Running after her dog, she almost didn’t see the car. The driver screeched to a halt and she waved in apology, taking off after Bounce again.
Three blocks later, she got close enough to the terrier to grab his leash. Out of breath and sheened in sweat, she gasped, “You’re lucky you’re so cute. How do your little legs move so fast?”
Her sweet dog happily leapt around her, oblivious that the chase wasn’t a game and his owner felt on the verge of a coronary.
“I cannot with you. Let’s go home.”
Turning to make the walk back to her house, a man stood in his open car door. He was the one who’d almost hit her. Shit. She hoped he wasn’t one of those road rage people.
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There were few things as scary as hiding. He’d never even liked the game as a much younger boy. It was even less fun as a matter of life or death.
When I was a little girl, I imagined that many of the people in books were real.
The crime must be avenged. As the chief warrior for her people, the job fell to Nanoi.
He had to do it. He had to make himself give her the flowers he’d bought.
