Leaving the vet clinic, Caine helped both into his truck, scooping Bear into his arms to lift him into the backseat. The Rottweiler whined but otherwise didn’t seem to mind. As soon as he was settled, Bear shoved his head between the front seats, begging for attention.
As Caine drove off, Eleanor gently stroked the Rottweiler’s soft ears and quietly studied the man beside her. There was no doubt he would protect her. He would certainly hunt down her attacker too as soon as he discovered their identity. She would be lying if the thought of Arthur being given the same treatment as herself hadn’t crossed her mind. Eleanor wasn’t kind-hearted enough to forgive him or wish him well.
But Arthur was powerful, and Caine would face punishment. There was no way Arthur would simply let him walk aw
