“You know, I—” Her words die on her lips, eyes shifting down, down, down. “Um, Lawson?” “Yes?” “Is your jacket moving?” I follow to where her stare is trained, and yep—my jacket is moving. “Is that…” She looks around before leaning in just an inch closer. “Is that the dog? Did you bring a dog into the movie theater?” I can’t help the grin that stretches across my lips. “Maybe.” “Lawson!”
