She’d been dreaming about Lulu. The stuffed cat she’d carried everywhere as a child. In her dream, Lulu could talk. Talking cats? The subconscious was a mystery. Memories swam before her, and she sank down into them, floating and remembering as scenes from her life rolled over her like waves buff...
He’d gotten his laptop out to make notes before going to bed. His room was richly appointed, done in dark burgundy and gold. Thick, heavy curtains on the windows to keep out the chill, a fire crackling in the fireplace, the floor warm under his feet, heavy quilts on the large bed, with a trunk at...