Abbie was nearly out of town when the phone rang. She pulled over and answered it.
“Abbie? It’s Jack.”
“Hi.” Well, that was quick. When he said that he’d call, she’d thought it would be sometime tomorrow.
Well, that was quick. “I’ve got to go out on a rescue. I’m not sure how long it’ll be.”
“Okay. Well, if dinner doesn’t work out—”
“No, it’s not that. It’s—I hate to ask you this. But my family’s gone skiing, and everyone else I could ask doesn’t seem to be home. You know, the holidays. Anyway…” He hesitated and exhaled. “It’s Boomer, my dog. I was on my way home to feed him, and now… well, I was wondering if your friend, Taylor, could feed him. He doesn’t need to be walked or anything. He’s got a door he can come in and out of.”
“Well, sure, I could call her and ask.”
“She’s not th
