MARISSA
"What are we doing here?" Marissa lifted the cardboard cup to her lips and sipped the convenience-store cappuccino. A headache threatened. Her head felt like it'd been stuffed with cotton when Dane had shaken her awake a mere hour ago. She'd been unable to sleep and it irked her to see Dane looking so rested.
Fresh from a shower, he'd hovered over her, tempting pectorals just out of reach, the woodsy scent of his cologne torturing her senses...it would have been much more fun to see him had he followed through with the promise of last night's kiss.
Dane parked the car in front of a dingy white building surrounded by a monstrous chain-link fence. Big black letters spelled SPCA on a crude wooden sign hanging crookedly above the screen door.
"C'mon," said Dane in an eager voice.
