know.” He rubbed her back gently. “What’s up Dad? Why the special trip up here during a work day?”

Travis gestured towards Hank, gamboling around Chelsea’s feet like a pup. “The mutt there was pining away without Chelsea,” he said. “Besides, he eats like a horse. I’ll let you feed him.”

Chelsea laughed. “Sorry Travis. I hope he wasn’t too much of a bother.”

“Not at all. Don’t worry about it.” Travis turned back towards his truck. “But this thing here, on the other hand. Dylan, help me out with your bike here. Seems someone left it over at Josie’s, taking up space. She asked me to bring it up to you. What a hassle.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Dylan went to help h...

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