Chapter 19. Good Boy

Abigail’s POV

Dressing with Lizzy’s constant stream of questions had proven to be a challenge, but one I had risen to by letting her pick out my outfit before sending her to check on the fish while I quickly changed. Giving myself a final glance in the mirror, I approved of Lizzy’s sense of style, a white ankle-length summer dress and pink flip-flops. Pulling a brush through my wild hair, I acknowledged that my hair would never be tamed and grabbed my keys. I had managed to give Lizzy a quick wash down with a washcloth; although I now understood why she was always grubby, it seemed bathing was another one of her allergies.

“You look like an angel,” Lizzy breathed, looking up at me as I tightened her laces.

“That’s because I am.” I winked at her playfully, loving the sound of her laughter. “But shh, it’s a secret,” I teased light-heartedly.

It took us about 15 minutes to walk into the local town; I was relieved and ashamed to say that Lizzy had led the