“Come on, Max! Let’s go!”
Not that he needed the invitation as he was sitting by the door already, right beneath where his leash hung. His head c****d to one side, he watched her every move. Erin double-tied her sneakers and slipped her bicycle gloves on, and together they went out onto the porch where her mountain bike stood under the lean-to. It had scared her at first, leading a seventy-five-pound German shepherd with one hand while steadying the bike with the other, but Max was such a champ that she barely thought about it anymore.
The air was crisp and clear this morning as Erin pedaled along the still quiet streets, cutting through her neighborhood of townhouses and single-family homes until she reached the green belt. Max, who’d been trotting next to her obediently, his nose never
