Page 23 of Sweet on You
Penny looked up at us with his caramel brown eyes, head tilting like he was trying to understand and hang onto each word I said.
Ronnie swallowed. “Damn. You should volunteer at the shelter. Between you and Yvonne I bet you could get all those animals adopted in no time.”
My face split wider into a grin as Ronnie gently grabbed Penny’s chin and put her forehead to his affectionately. “No more trashing my house, got it?”
His long, pink tongue flicked out catching her lips and she laughed, sputtering as she pulled back, wiping at her mouth. “Ah! Gross!”
I stood, holding out a hand to help her up. “What do you say we go to an early happy hour instead of that hike?”
She dropped her hand into mine and I pulled her to her feet as she gestured to Penny. “I don’t think I should leave him—”
“We’re not. We’re going to bring him with us. Frank’s has an outdoor patio that allows pets.”
Outside was a little crisp for an April New England afternoon, but the sun was shining and as long as we wore our jackets, we’d be fine.
“You’re on, baker.”
