I hurriedly put them on and checked to make sure I’d turned off the ovens and the burners. Then I hit the light switch, and the kitchen fell into darkness. I quickly sped across the empty dining room and then stepped out the front door. I locked up behind me, shivering a bit as the cold, damp air bit at my cheeks. I dashed across the sidewalk and then climbed into the passenger seat of the truck. Huckleberry assaulted me with a flurry of slobbery doggy kisses. I laughed, running my hands through his soft fur. Then I pecked Daniel on the cheek before buckling up. “Is the plane still on time?” I asked. “Last I checked,” he said, throwing the car in reverse and backing up slowly. “Unless the old man is stalling it by talking the pilot’s ear off about Scottish beer. Which seems like a strong possibility, knowing him.” “Hey now,” I said, pretending to be offended. “What is it you’re trying to insinuate about my grandfather?”Daniel looked over at me and grinned mischievously.
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