Wondering why Kage hasn’t called yet, I mope around the house until it’s time to let Mojo out for one last pee before bed. As I’m standing shivering on the front porch in my fuzzy slippers and winter coat, watching the dog sniff around in the bushes, a car drives slowly by the house.
It’s a white sedan with lights mounted on the roof and the words Placer County Sherriff painted on the side in gold and green.
Chris pulls to a stop at the curb, parks the car, and gets out, leaving it running.
Wonderful. Exactly what I needed right now. Thanks a lot, universe.
I consider taking the dog and going back inside, but figure Chris would just pound on my door until I opened up anyway. So I wait on the porch as he approaches, hat in hand.
“Evening, Nat,” he says, stopping a respectful distance a
