Josiah glanced at him. “Your dog is kind of weird.” That made me giggle. “Oh my gosh, I know. He’s a total weirdo.” “Cute, though.” “Isn’t he? Come here, Max.” He zipped over to me, dropped to the floor and rolled onto his back. I crouched to give him a belly rub. “You’re the cutest weirdo, aren’t you good dog? Yes, the goodest dog ever!” I realized I probably looked like as big of a weirdo as my dog. But Josiah just looked at us with that almost smile that made my stomach tingle.
And he said he doesn’t like dogs lol
