EVERLEIGH

Ronan takes Samson's leash from me and practically drags me to the parking lot.

He takes me straight to a bright, shiny red truck. I never took him for the truck type, but okay.

He opened the back door and Samson jumped right on to the beige leather seats. I winced when he spun a circle and plopped himself down. I haven’t had his nails trimmed in a while and I hope he doesn’t tear up the leather.

“Umm…” I point to my dog and the leather seats.

“He’s fine. I’ll just buy a new truck. T