Twenty minutes later, Makayla was staring in fascination at the ghostly figures of boats of all shapes and sizes sitting in dry dock at the marina. Henry, being his usual cheerful and talkative self, hadn’t said a word since she came out of the house and opened the door to his truck.
Breaker quickly pushed past her and jumped onto the seat before she had a chance to get in. Grunting, she had pushed the Akita’s hindquarters in an effort to make enough room for her to climb onto the seat. She was rewarded with another wet tongue across her cheek.
“Does this… thing have to go with us?” Makayla remembered grumbling.
“If you don’t like sharing the seat, you can sit in the back,” Henry had suggested.
“It’s too hot,” Makayla complained, trying to glance around Breaker.
“That’s why he rides u
