CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Two Months Later
You could have knocked me over with a feather had you told me a year ago I would be living with a man, a very manly man at that, in my secret tree house. Jasper claimed the fifteen-minute drive into town each way to his shop was more than worth it in order to be with me where I still felt safer than town. Jolie made herself right at home, and we had fallen into a routine that mainly involved herself lazing about, moving only enough to follow me from the writing desk to the garden and back, seeking sunny spots in which to nap. She was adjusting quite well to her new surroundings.
What I wasn’t sure of was how she would adapt to having a raccoon for a part-time roomie. I found out that morning when Shabby came trotting up to the porch where I sat with
