“No. In awe. Although I hope to hell the next one doesn’t hit a tree, or us.”
“It won’t. It’s already moving away.” A roll of thunder farther off than the first one, seemed to prove Ansel right. “Where’s Orion? I figured he’d be out here playing in the rain.”
“He’s terrified of thunder. If we had a bed, he’d be hiding under it. As it is,” Hugh turned to look,“he’s taken cover under the table.”
“Poor dog.” Ansel went to kneel beside Orion. “It’s okay, pup. I won’t let it get you.” Orion shivered in response, only calming some when Ansel stroked his head. “You must hate fireworks,” Anselsaid to him.