Page 22 of Five Minute Man
“Perfect. See you in an hour?”
“We’ll be here.”
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“IHOPE YOU’RE NOT PARTIALto your crust,” Holly said later as she straightened out the edges of the fluffy blanket and plopped down on the floor, picnic-style. The lights were down, the movie selected, the pizza was hot and fresh, the beer cold, and the miniature, table-top popcorn machine was plugged in and ready to go.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“Max usually calls dibs.”
They both looked at the big dog who was currently lying on the blanket between them. Though he appeared to be in the same position as he had been only a few minutes earlier, he had snuck, commando-style, several inches closer to the pizza box. His concentration was absolute, as if he could will the pizza into his paws.
“I think I can share. Does he like popcorn, too?”
“Loves it.” That was why Holly had pulled three bowls out of the cupboard instead of two.
She worried for a moment that Adam was put off by the way she treated Max more like a person than a dog, but he seemed more amused than anything else. And he did seem to like Max. She had seen him slip pieces of fortune cookies under the table to him the night before. For his part, Max seemed to have taken to Adam just as quickly.
