Dallas looked up from his laptop to see Olivia standing in his office doorway. He grinned at her and spun in his chair.
“Hey there,” he said. “How was everything at the shelter?”
“Good, actually.” She walked over to him, and he pulled her into his lap. “I helped Tina and Lily move into their new apartment.”
“They happy?”
“Happy and nervous.” Olivia ran her fingers over his strong forearms. “Even though Tina’s ex is in jail, and will be for a few years, she’s still scared. But Lily loves her new bedroom… she’s thrilled that we painted it purple and white for her. I think they’ll be OK, in a little while.”
Dallas nodded. He’d met the families at the shelter for battered women and children that Olivia had started, and which she now supported and funded, and they all had the same look in
