“I’ll be right back,” Garry told him when they got to his house. He was, with Ziggy on a leash. “Where he gets his energy…” he grumbled when the Border collie dashed forward, only to be brought up short by the leash. He looked back at Garry as if to say, ‘Are you coming or not?’
“If nothing else, we’ll be worn out by the time we get back,” Wylie said, grinning as they tried to keep pace with Ziggy without resorting to running.
“That’s the idea. A good night’s sleep and everything will look better in the morning. And I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay, because you’re right.”
“Aren’t I always?” Garry replied with obviously feigned seriousness before his lips curled up in a smile seconds later.
“I haven’t known you that long, but so far I’d say so.”
“You’ll find out for sure as we get to know each other even better than we do now.”