Chapter Thirteen
Rachel
My pulse pounded in a steady rhythm as my feet struck the ground. I dodged a rock and grinned as Henry paused ahead of me on the trail, his tail wagging madly.
Henry loved running with me. Well, I didn’t know if it was running with me particularly. He loved any excuse to be outside. By chance, this was the first time I’d had the time and the weather cooperation for another run since my encounter with Remy. My glorious muddy fall, that is.
There was still plenty of mud, but I didn’t mind, jumping over a puddle and continuing my pace. The air was cool, scented with the richness of spring. The sun’s rays filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the trail.
By the time Henry and I reached the end of the loop, I was sweaty, tired, and exhilarated.
