"This is a practice round," she told her brother. "I'm allowed to help."
Laying on his stomach on the floor in front of his game board, he pouted. “Then how come you don't help me?"
"You already know how to play-Wyatt doesn't." Charlie was a cunning pup when it came to board games. Wyatt might need a boost.
Wyatt glanced over the top of his board. "G7."
A minuscule grumble escaped Charlie. "Hit."
In her peripheral vision, she saw Gabb move to look out the window. He and Dave were on duty tonight and got the lovely job of watching two pups play Battleship
"So Wyatt, if G7 is a hit, what's our next step?"
Wyatt glanced up at her, the spark of perceived victory clear in his eyes. He loved board games almost as much as Charlie did.
"I pick something close."
"Right. And since y
