Chapter 24

In that case, the noises made sense.

“Hey, buddy.”

He let Goose pet him, even before he took the jerky treat. When my beloved sat down, right on the yellow line up the middle of the highway, the little pig crawled up into his lap.

“He seems to be domesticated,” I said.

“Aww. Who’s a snuggle pig?”

I raised my hand. “Me. And can you get out of the road, please?”

Goose rose with a sexy grunt. At my side, he cradled his head into my neck. “Okay, snuggle pig.” Then, he kissed me there. “Now, what do we do with this precious little oinker?”

“Hmm.” Wilbur was agitated, agitated or curious. “We don’t know him, Wilbur,” I explained. “Introducing the two of you would not be wise.”

“A vet?” Goose asked. “Like, maybe, see if someone is missing him or her?” Goose held the pig in the air and checked under the hood, so to speak. His reward or punishment for doing so was a series of very loud squeals that echoed off the green hills all around us.