Maddy’s body had warmed during her run with Ronan, but she knew the minute that they stopped she’d be a shivering mess. “If it’s this chilly now, what’s it going to be like in February?” “I’ll take this over August.” Ronan chuckled. “There’s nothing more brutal than New York City in the summer. We don’t get the relief of an ocean breeze the way they do in Old Brookfield. Bowser overheats pretty easily; I have to carry extra water for the poor guy. And he slobbers a lot when he’s hot.” Bowser made a snort of derision, and Maddy couldn’t help but smile at the agreeable floppy-eared dog as he ran next to them. Her curly ponytail was bouncing in unison with his tail, but only she and Ronan were there to see it. It was unusually quiet in the park today due to the overly chilly morning. “I almost canceled,” Maddy said through huffing breaths. She glanced at Ronan, who kept up a steady jogging pace on her left.
