“Heh, looks like Miracle prefers me giving him a bath,” Lisa said, crouching to rub the dog’s head. Her smile trembled slightly—she was still shaken, the relief of finding him alive flooding through her.
Jackson caught the faint joy on her face and smiled too. “Go on, buddy. Time for your bath.”
Lisa stood, whistled softly, and started toward the river. Miracle barked twice and trotted after her, tail wagging.
“I wanna help too!” Bethany said, a little pout in her voice. She couldn’t believe the dog was so attached to Lisa—it actually made her jealous. “Traitor,” she muttered.
“Then go,” Jackson said with a chuckle. “I’ll handle dinner.”
“Yay! Captain, you’re the best—I love you!” Bethany skipped off after them, humming as she went.
Lily watched her go, a faint sigh escaping her. “If
