Chapter Eight
Graham
“Please,” Allie said, the pleading look in her eyes not doing me any favors.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say no, but my daughter didn’t give up easily. Before I could even reply, she pressed, “Maddie said I could. I just want to do something.” She threw her hands up. “And she has a dog. You said he was really friendly too.”
I silently swore. I had, in fact, told Allie Madison’s dog, Wilbur, was friendly. He was. He was a happy smile incarnated in canine form.
“Fine. You can go. I need you to check with her before you startle her by showing up unannounced.”
That earned me a hard eye roll. Allie slipped her phone out of her pocket, promptly pulling up a number and sending a text. “Can you give me her number? I’d like to have it in my phone if you’re going ove
