““I glanced at Monty who was panting and staring at the Frisbee sticking out of Jocelyn's bag. "Monty? Would you mind if Andrew threw the Frisbee to you?" Crap. If it was up to the dog, I had no hope. I smiled at him when he looked back up at me and found myself hoping that he wouldn't see right through me. He kept panting, but almost looked like he smiled. "Okay, it's settled," Jocelyn nodded. "You can come.””
