She arrived on time for work every day, even though the early alarm clock buzzing always managed to wake her right in the middle of a good dream. Sometimes, she dreamed of Pete Kaminsky. She imagined his broad chest all bare and hard-muscled and his arms with their thick biceps holding her agains...
She smiled, but she was also sad to lose her little pet. Instead, there was Tom to see to. She had been steadily learning how to care for him, and to find joy in that caring. Brandywyn wondered at her own bitterness after her mother’s passing. There were miracles in the world—like her rescue from...
