Chapter 35

After taking Eric from the veterinarian, the big dog bounded onto the floor of the Porsche Macan backseat and Rayne had to scoot over into the center to avoid stepping on him.

The car had been assigned to them in the hotel to take them to the airport and Eric had taken almost all the space in the backseat.

Max went around to the passenger side and opened the back door. "Oh man, this is going to be a tight fit," he said, wedging himself in beside Rayne. Once he was inside, his left thigh and leg were pressed against hers, and there was no room for his left arm, so he put it across the back of the seat behind her.

They had sat this way hundreds of times before, but now their proximity felt awkward, and having his arm casually resting there seemed all wrong to Rayne who was still finding it hard to believe that she'd been used.