Chapter 4

“You all right, there, Princess?” David asks, but the dog doesn’t acknowledge him.

“It’s a very fitting name for her. Maybe you should address her as Your Highness.”

He laughs. “Yeah. Probably.”

Far too soon, we reach the parking lot and stop by a new-looking hatchback. David tries to open the trunk while holding both Princess and the open umbrella but gets all tangled up.

“I can take it,” I say.

He smiles at me and hands me the umbrella. “Thank you.” He grabs a towel from the trunk, crouches and wraps it around Princess, and starts drying her. I keep them protected with the umbrella, ignoring that the rain and the chill are finally getting to me. I can always warm up in the shower later.

When the dog is dry and back to her impeccable self, David opens the back door and lets her into a crate before turning back to me.

“That was very kind of you. I’d still be out there, struggling to get her to move, if it hadn’t been for you.”

“Glad I could help.”