Her Last Best Fling. Candace Havens

giant head was eye level with them. Harley’s paws were up on the tailgate, and she gave them a look that said break it up.

      “I think she’s hungry,” Macy suggested. “I should feed her.”

      The dog grumbled.

      “Do you mind if I help?”

      Macy pursed her lips.

      “Hands off, I promise. I won’t touch you again until you ask me.”

      “This isn’t a good idea,” she said.

      “What? Feeding your dog? Surely she would disagree.”