Page 79 of Smoke Signal
“You know I hate the cold.” She glanced off-screen. “Butters hates it too. He gets picky about his paws. Obviously, I can’t leave him. He would destroy the house. Last time I went to my sister’s for a weekend, he somehow got the pantry door open and ate an entire package of treats and then looked completely innocent about it. I can’t—” Her head snapped hard to the left. “Hey, you little shit!”
There was a loud crash. The phone swung wildly, and for a brief second, I saw a not-so-little orange blur launch off something and disappear around a corner.
Then the call dropped.
Reese stared at her phone. “I should text her to make sure she’s okay.”
“I’ll head back out.” I stood up. “But seriously. Invite her. It might be good.”
Reese was already typing. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I think it might.”
I grabbed another drink and headed back outside. The warm glow from the string lights and Lucan’s easy laugh reminded me that good things had a way of finding their way in eventually.
Even when you’d stopped expecting them.
