What should I buy first for this place?” “A dog,” I mumble around a mouthful. “No! Not a chance,” Zach splutters. “Am I missing something here?” Willow glances between us. “Zach’s afraid of dogs.” “Mi, shut up. I am not!” Throwing a piece of garlic bread at his head, Zach grabs it mid-air and stuffs it into his mouth with a mischievous wink. He is incorrigible. “How can you not like dogs?” She laughs. Zach mock-shudders. “They’re loud, annoying and in need of constant attention. You guys have me for all of that.” I take another bite of food. “Finally, something we can agree on.”
