“Can my dogs come?”
“Yep, they have to travel in the back though.”
“Then it’s a deal.”
She helped Katie into the passenger seat, with her baby, Andrew, next. Elizabeth climbed into the car.
One glance out of the window and she caught sight of the angry-looking biker checking out the accountant’s ass while they were both standing in the front yard.
This would be very interesting.
The End