stood at attention, staring at Logan as if to ask, Do you want to go for a walk? Emphasizing his point, Zeus barked and Logan shook his head.
“Hold your horses,” he called out. He turned back toward Beth. “He’s been cooped up for a while and he wants to wander.”
“Isn’t he doing that now?”
“No, I mean he wants me to wander with him. He won’t let me out of his sight.”
“Ever?”
“He can’t help it. He’s a shepherd and he thinks I’m his flock.”
Beth raised his eyebrow. “Small flock.”
“Yeah, but it’s growing. He’s really taken to Ben and Nana.”
“Not me?” She pretended to look wounded.
Logan shrugged. “You haven’t thrown a stick for him.”
“That’s all it takes?”
“He’s a cheap date.”
She laughed again. Somehow she hadn’t expected him to have a sense of humor. Surprising her, he motioned over his shoulder. “Would you like to walk with us? For Zeus, it’s almost as good as throwing a stick.”
“Oh, it is, huh?” she parried, stalling.
“I don’t make the rules. I just know what they are. And I’d hate for you to feel left out.”
She hesitated briefly before accepting that he was just trying to be friendly. She glanced over her shoulder. “I should probably let Nana and Ben know I’m going.”
“You can, but we won’t be gone long. Zeus just wants to go to the creek and splash around for a few minutes before we go home. Otherwise, he gets hot.” He rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. “You ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
They stepped off the porch and headed down the gravel path. Zeus trotted ahead of them, checking every now and then to make sure they were following. They walked side by side, but with enough distance to ensure they didn’t touch accidentally.
“Nana told me you’re a teacher?” Logan inquired.
Beth nodded. “Second grade.”
“How’s your class this year?”
“It seems like a good group of kids. So far, anyway. And I’ve already had seven mothers sign up to volunteer, which is always a good sign.”
Moving past the kennel, they approached the small trail that led to the creek. The sun had dipped below the trees, casting the trail in shadow. As they walked, thunder boomed again.
“How long have you been teaching?”
“Three years.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Most of the time. I work with a lot of great people, so that makes it easier.”
“But?”
She didn’t seem to understand his question. He pushed his hands into his pockets and went on.
“There’s always a ‘but’ when it comes to jobs. Like, I love my job and my colleagues are first-rate, but . . . a couple of them like to dress up like superheroes on the weekend and I can’t help but wonder if they’re nuts.”
She laughed. “No, they really are great. And I do love teaching. It’s just that every now and then there’s a student who comes from a challenging family background, and you know there’s nothing you can do for them. It’s enough to break your heart sometimes.” She walked a few steps in silence. “How about you, though? Do you like working here?”
“Yeah, I do.” He sounded sincere.
“But?”
He shook his head. “No buts.”
“That’s not fair. I told you.”
“Yes, but you weren’t talking to the boss’s granddaughter. And speaking of my boss, do you have any idea what time we’ll be leaving tomorrow?”
“She didn’t tell you?”
“No. I figured I’d ask when I dropped off the keys.”
“She didn’t say, but I’m sure she’ll want you to train and exercise the dogs before you leave so the dogs won’t get antsy.”
They’d come within sight of the creek, and Zeus plunged ahead into the water, splashing and barking. Logan and Beth watched him frolic before Logan motioned toward the low branch. Beth took a seat and he joined her, carefully preserving the space between them.
“How far is Greensboro from here?” he asked.
“Five hours, there and back. It’s mainly on the interstate.”
“Do you have any idea when she’ll be coming home?”
Beth shrugged. “She told me a week.”
“Oh . . .” Logan seemed to digest this.
All worked out, my foot, Beth thought. Logan was more in the dark than she was. “I’m getting the impression Nana didn’t tell you much about this.”
“Just that she was going and I was driving, so I’d better get my license. Oh, and that I’d be working this weekend.”
“That figures. Listen, about that . . . I can handle things this weekend if you have things to do—”
“It’s no problem,” Logan said. “I don’t have anything planned. And there are some things I haven’t had a