Chapter 9Raine had brought his car, a midnight-blue spotlessly clean example of lawyerly affluence crossed with that triathlete’s need for space and gear. Don did not know much about cars, but noticed a certain very recognizable emblem plus the sleek and powerful lines of the Jaguar’s luxury SUV shape. Raine explained, “I needed something that could handle my bike and associated mud. And I’m not above doing that in style.”
“Mud?”
“Occasionally,” Raine said, “it rains here, did you know that?”
“Brat,” Don said, in love.
Raine laughed. “I couldn’t resist. I do end up wet and dirty and getting rained on, you know. Especially if I’m out training. I don’t live in expensive suits.”
“Sometimes you do get dirty,” Don agreed. “I approve.” He was still holding Raine’s hand. “It feels like you,
