She quickens her pace but yells over her shoulder, “Yes?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Can’t imagine a thing.”
“Are you seriously stealing my dog right now?”
Steve barks in her arms. She moves even faster, her suitcase bouncing off the uneven pavement behind her.
She sends me a worried glance. “Nope!”
“You trying to get me to come inside?”
“Not a chance.”
“Denver?”
“Maybe!”
I take off at a sprint, and catching her is easy. I curl my arm around her waist and pull her to me. She gasps out a laugh.
“Fine, fine. You caught me.”
“You’re the world’s slowest runner.”
“I’m holding a damn puppyandpulling my suitcase becausesomeonedidn’t carry it up to my apartment for me.”
“All you had to do was ask,” I whisper into her ear.
She drops her suitcase at our feet. “Fine. Shep, will you please carry my suitcase for me?”
“And?” I prompt.
She huffs in faux annoyance. “And please come inside?”
I grin at her. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We spend the rest of the day locked inside her apartment.
Twenty-Eight
Present day
Denver:HELP! She’s kidnapped me and won’t let me go.
Shepard:If I have to suffer through tux shopping with AJ then you have to suffer through dress shopping with Allie. Besides, aren’t girls supposed to love this kind of shit?
Denver:Stereotype much?
Denver:Actually, I love dress shopping. Just not with Allie. This is pure torture.
Denver:She is SO picky.
Shepard:I think she’s allowed to be picky about her wedding dress.
Denver:But she looks amazing in everything. She could wear a damn trash bag and still look amazing.
Denver:I know, I know. I’m just being bitchy.
