Page 21 of The Mr. Right Checklist

Fletch:

Just don’t let her off leash. You’ve seen what she’s capable of, and I don’t want her or anyone else getting hurt.

Destiny:

Do you have liability insurance just in case? A wise man told me it’s important to protect yourself. I can give you the number of a guy who can help with that.

Fletch:

Destiny:

I know better than to let her off leash. I had a dog named Clifford when I was growing up, and he was 80 lbs of pure chaos.

Fletch:

Was he red?

Destiny:

Only when I dyed his fur and dressed up like Emily Elizabeth for Halloween.

Fletch:

Fletch:

How old were you? Six or seven?

Destiny:

Fifteen.

Three dots dance on the screen, but they disappear. A jolt of disappointment rattles me, and I try not to overthink it as I walk across the parking lot toward the building, but when I glance at the screen again, the dots reappear, turning my disappointment into anticipation.

I try not to overthink that, either.

Fletch:

Please don’t dye Molly’s fur.

Destiny:

I see Grumpy Gus has returned. I’ve missed him.

Fletch:

I’m serious. She could be allergic to dye.

His love for Molly touches me deeply, but it bothers me that he doesn’t trust me to know better.

Destiny:

Do you really think I’d do that without your permission? And here I thought we were developing some level of trust.

Fletch:

Do I need to remind you about the bows?

Shoot. He’s got me there.