Page 129 of Will Bark for Pizza
“You could also try writing,” Beckett said, shifting to a suggestion that was more kid-friendly at Opal’s approach.
“Maybe,” I said, though any attempts I made at Mateo’s book still fell flat. I wasn’t as convinced that Diana wouldneverwrite another book again, but I certainly didn’t feel confident enough to set a release date for the next one.
“Maybe the two go hand-in-hand,” Beckett said. “Or is it mouth to—” He purposely didn’t finish his sentence, but his flickered gaze did. My core tingled with want. I wanted so badly to revoke theno benefitspart of our friendship.
What’s stopping you?
“Your next book will be your best one yet,” Opal said, her young tone all matter-of-fact, as though her opinion was a simple-known fact.
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.”
“I didn’t say it.”
I exchanged a glance with Beckett, who seemed as confused as I was.
“Who did?”
“Grandma Brenda.”
Opal clipped Husker’s leash to his collar and led him to the door. As though her words didn’t just completely shake me. I glanced back to the paranormal romance section, where I last smelled her perfume. Maybe it was wishful thinking.
Or maybe Mom knew something I didn’t.
“Is she—” Beckett asked, nodding at Opal.
“What?”
He shook his head. “Never mind. We should get back to the farm. It’s late, and we have an early morning.”
With one last look at the store, I flipped the lights off. A hint of Mom’s perfume lingered by the front door. But whether she was really there, or I just wanted so damn badly to believe she was, was up for debate.
THIRTY-EIGHT
HUSKER
Mom got her suitcase out.
Where are we going, Mom?
I better circle the bed so she doesn’t forget I’m here.
“Husker, calm down, buddy.”
Calm?
What’s that?
Pace, pace, pace.
“I have to make a super quick trip.”
Trip?
Where are we going?
