“Hi, Mom.” Her eyes flicked to Max and I didn’t miss the micro-expression of displeasure that crossed her features. “He’s leashed. I won’t let him jump up on you or anything.” Max’s tail beat against the marble floor as she approached. He dropped to his back and held his paws in the air, hoping for a coveted belly rub. “I see you still have the dog.” “He’s very friendly. He wants you to pet him.” She eyed him again. “Maybe later. How was the drive?”
