MICHAEL
Beth wanders across. “Mind if I join you?”
“What? Raising marquees?”
“No. Kirstie’s designing catalogues and leaflets for the events. I said I’d help.”
I tug at an ear. “It’s not going to be a good place for a toddler today. Too many people milling around and who-knows-what working equipment on the site.”
“Mitch and Charlotte are looking after Adam.” Beth dimples. “You can imagine how Charlotte reacted when I suggested she helped with designing brochures for wedding dresses.”
I huff a laugh. “I can imagine. Fine. Jump in.” I pat my thigh. “Scruffy. You coming?” My ragtag terrier bounces around, yapping excitedly.
“Mind if Bear joins us?” asks Klempner.
“So long as he doesn't mind riding on the back with Scruffy. He won't fit in the van with three of us.”
“Not a problem.” Klempner snaps his fingers, and Bear, ears pricking, moves into heel behind him.