Page 51 of The Valiant Knight
Tony?
Then again, someone had been dancing on a bar last night in a kilt, sans his underwear underneath.
“Hey,” Graham said.
Finn was focused on the dog.
“Uh, who is this fellow?” Finn asked as he scratched the scruffy dog behind the ears. “And why are you carrying him like he’s your child? Did you finally give birth?”
Graham snorted.
Oh, someone was funny.
He explained.
“He’s one of the FBI agent’s guard dogs,” he joked. “This is Bark Twain.”
That caught him off guard.
It also made him laugh.
Someone had a sense of humor, now didn’t they?
“That’s quite the name,” he admitted. “I’m going to take a wild stab at it, and say that someone likes to bark?”
Yes, yes, he did.
“Are you going to give him back, Momma?” Finn joked.
“I’m not sure,” he said. “Do you think the Fed will let me have him?”
Ehhh, probably not.
Truth be told, Graham was kind of attached to the little guy already. It was nice having company as he did his chores and had someone to talk to.
Not that he talked back.
“Where are the Feds?” Finn asked, sipping his coffee as he prepared to deal with them.
Graham jerked his head down the corridor and toward the unfinished part of the castle.
“The crypt.”
“Fun,” he said.
Uh-oh.
Someone was cranky.
“Rough night with the ladies, Finn?” he asked, amused. “You’re not normally surly, but now, you’re a wee bit cranky. Youmight want to put that away. They didn’t do anything to provoke you.”
That was the truth.
He did have a rough night.
“I kept having this bizarre dream last night. No matter how much I woke up, and then went back to sleep, it was the same goddamn dream.”
Um…
