The morning sun slanted weak rays across the floor, and she lay there for a minute, slightly disoriented. It must have been a dream, but the most vivid she’d ever had. She’d felt the cool grass beneath her feet, smelled the campfire, tasted coffee in his kiss. She stretched, trying to avoid disturbing the sleeping dog beside her, and realised her muscles all ached. They ached as though she’d spent the night shagging. Lisa frowned when Summer walked in to the shop. “You don’t look so good this morning, hon. Has Naps been keeping you awake all night?” “No, he was quiet.” Summer was at a loss. How could she even say what she was thinking, without sounding like a lunatic? “I was dreaming about that cowboy and I guess I didn’t sleep too well.” She put away her coat and bag, and then started to flick through her sampling notes. “I was thinking” —she made her voice ultra casual— “I might go to that Chocolate Conference next week, after all. You’d look after Naps for me, wouldn’t you?”
