He opens the door wide as he speaks and his black lab, Seven, lifts his head from the bed before stepping gently over someone in Bennett’s bed. My eyebrows shoot up—because Bennett doesn’t date or even sleep around, from what I know. And I’ve known Bennett Reiner for going on four years now. His service dog pads toward him with a whine and nudges his hand with a wet nose. Bennett whispers, “Go back to her,” so quietly I can barely hear him. Still, I can see Seven settling back against the lump beneath the covers, partially covered by the door and Bennett’s body as he protectively pulls it
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