Chapter 21

I grabbed her into our vortex, on the move once more. Abby squealed with laughter as we rolled all over one another and the grass.

“That’s better,”

Ginger joined in, leaping, pouncing, and barking. Around and around we all went, until she got distracted by a butterfly and Abby stopped giggling.

“How’d you get so smart?” I found my way back between her and Major once we settled.

“Life,” she said.

“I still don’t get why you guys…” I looked left, and then right. Neither one of them needed words to tell me to shut up. “Okay. Okay. What do you two want, then…as far as a romantic partner is concerned?” I just knew they’d describe one another.

“I like a dork,” Abby said without hesitation. “A hot guy, not necessarily underwear model hot, but my idea of hot. Macho and manly…no manscaping or designer labels, he can cut down a tree, restore an old car, build a deck—which I’m pretty sure I could do myself if I put my mind to it—and screw in a lightbulb.”