Chapter 17

Stand up. Go to the door. Pause as Dee says something.

“I hope she sees that they’re wrong. I’ve grown rather fond of the pooch since he moved in with us. Damn it.”

“I know you have, Dee.” Mac turned to see the old woman hurrying up the stairs. Maybe they could get another dog.

But another dog would not be Hamburger.

Mac reluctantly pulled the door open and headed out onto the porch with Hamburger trailing behind him.

At first Hamburger didn’t notice the people seated on the glider and strained for the wide front steps that led down to the lawn. Mac looked at Clara and Flynn, hoping his breaking heart wasn’t obvious on his face. “Give us a sec,” he said.

Hamburger rushed down the steps and immediately lifted a leg on the shrub at the bottom of the stairs. He turned to look at Mac as if to ask if they should go clockwise or counterclockwise around the lake this afternoon.

And then he spotted Flynn and Clara, who had both stood up and were standing at the railing