"The vet's office is a few miles from here," Liam said as he helped Rayne off the boat at Pineville, a bustling, picturesque little town on the other side of Maranta island. "I've called my driver, he's just a few blocks away from here."
"Oh, that's—" Rayne began, but her phone rang, and she paused to take it out of her purse and look at the caller's name. Her heart made a little leap when she saw that the COO of their restaurant was calling. Whenever it had something to do with the restaurant, her anxiety always kicked in, and just like always, she felt it now.
"I need to take this phone call. Give me a minute," she told Liam.
"All right, I'll take the dog and your suitcase. My driver is here already," Liam said, already walking toward the street where a white car was waiting for them.
