Holiday Confessions. Anne Marie Winston

the reason for the word became instantly clear as Feather finally did her thing. Cedar did, too. Apparently the word was a magic charm. “That’s it?” she asked, somewhat incredulous. “Just come out here, stand and tell her to park?”

      “Yeah.” He laughed. “The only other thing I’d recommend is that you bring a bag so you can pick up if you need to.”

      “I didn’t think of that.” She eyed him. “What else do I need to know?”

      “Sometimes she fools around,” he said. “Sniffing and goofing off. Then I just tell her we’re going in, which usually makes her remember she’d better get with the program or she’s going to be crossing her legs all night.”