“I like ice cream. Got any?”
Laughing, Stacy led the way into the yard while the dogs gathered to welcome their master and her diminutive visitor with wagging tails and excited wiggles. “We can look in the freezer and see. You’ll have to ask your uncle if you can have some, though.”
“Oh, he always lets me have anything I want,” Missy said with obvious pride. “He likes me, too.”
Stacy heard Graydon calling to Missy and answered for her. “We’re back here on the porch. The gate’s unlocked.”
He came around the corner of the house, paused at the fence and eyed the barking horde. “You sure it’s okay?”
“I’m positive. The dogs have been fed recently. Besides, they don’t like their dinner on the hoof.”
“How comforting.”
Stacy laughed at his sardonic expression.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you trust me?”
“Not a whole lot.” He opened the gate and stepped through.
“Well, at least you’re honest about it.” She waved her licked-clean ice cream stick in the air. “Wanna join us?”
“No, thanks. We have to be getting back.”
Missy began to lean against her.
“You can’t go yet,” Stacy said. “I promised Missy I’d put my dogs through their paces before you left. She wants to see how I train them.”
“Maybe some other time.”
She knew better than to argue with someone as stubborn as Graydon Payne so she tried a more roundabout approach. “Nonsense. It’ll only take a few minutes. A promise is a promise. I make it a rule to never break mine.” She eyed Missy and added, “Especially where kids are concerned.”
Stalling while he decided what to do, Graydon checked his watch. “All right. I’ll give you fifteen minutes.”
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