Mark stumbled back, wincing, grabbing his leg.
“What the hell is wrong with your dog?!” he shouted.
His voice… it wasn’t frightened.
It was angry. Too angry. Too defensive.
“Mark, he’s never done that before,” I said, trembling.
He glared at Max with a hatred I had never seen before.
“Get that animal away from me!”
As my maid of honor pulled Max aside, something fell from Mark’s tightly gripped black suitcase—a small metal USB drive.
He lunged for it instantly.
Too instantly.
Something inside me clicked.
“Mark… what’s that?” I whispered.
“It’s nothing. Just work stuff.” He shoved it into his pocket.
