Her small Miniature Pinscher, "Smudge", was lying on his back, his tiny legs splayed in all directions as he snoozed on her lap. The tall brunette cocked her head as the sounds of muted cursing drifted down into the living room from the bedroom above. She sighed heavily and reached for her coffee. The blue-eyed club owner had come home only a few hours before dawn, but she didn't bother going to bed. Instead, she made a pot of coffee, slipped into her most comfortable jammies, and settled in for the morning from Hell. Why bother crawling into her soft bed when her wife was only going to keep her awake. Reece tried to be as supportive as possible, but whatever she did, it seemed she was only making matters worse. She decided to just steer clear of her harried wife. It would be for the better, for both of them, in the long run. Faith Ashford stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. This skirt is too short, she thought as she yanked it down in the back. She shook her head in disagreement with her blouse, throwing open the closet door and biting her bottom lip.
