“Stop it. You’re causing a scene,” I say out of the corner of my mouth. “And you’re”—she shakes off my arm, adding an extra jab of her elbow that doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I’m sure she hopes—“an idiot. Why would you bring her here?” “Because I couldn’t get a sitter?” “She’s a dog, Lawson. She’d have been fine for a few hours at home.” “Maybe, but she gave me the look when I tried to leave, and well, call me a sucker because there was no way I was going to leave her home alone after that.” “Sucker.” She says it so matter-of-factly. So…Rory-like.
