“No. Other side.”
“By my Ginger eyes or my heart-shaped nose?” Del still didn’t get it.
“Let me.” Baily got closer, leading me to believe he was going to try to lick it off, too. “Come here, first, though.”
“Here where?”
Baily took his hand, like the snowmen with their finger branches. “By the oven…to look at your nose.”
“I’d rather look at yours….and your mouth. You have some chocolate, too.”
“I’ll get yours if you get mine.”
The width of my whiskers came to mind, as Del made the distance between them even less. “Deal.”
The shrill beep that interrupted whatever was about to happen next sent me fleeing for the safety of the banquette at the window with a fierce, loud hiss. Facing the wall under there, I couldn’t see what was going on, so I turned around and ventured toward the fron
