Bennett picked up the ball and threw it again. The golden retriever raced after it, but Gemma stayed on the grass, her tongue lagging out of her mouth. He probably needed to stop before Patches ran himself right into a heart attack. The dog simply wouldn’t quit.
So the next time he brought the ball back and dropped it at Bennett’s feet, Bennett gave him a treat and said, “All right, bud. All done.”
Patches collapsed next to Gemma, his whole body heaving as he panted. Bennett looked across the park, wishing the sky didn’t hold such a dark gray color today. It matched his mood perfectly, and he wished he had a project to work on in his wood shed as the rain fell.
You do, he thought. But he didn’t want to work on the headboard he’d designed for Jennie. He’d done it weeks ago, right after f
