“Okay, so no barking when the cowboy comes over.” May picked up Char and touched her nose to the poodle’s. “I know I said I wasn’t going to date any more cowboys, but this one’s actually nice.”
So she was a little frustrated with not being able to see Kurt very often. They both had busy, demanding jobs that they couldn’t just walk away from when they wanted to. And though he’d denied it more than once over the course of the past week, he did seem like inhaling all that smoke had taken something out of him.
May didn’t know what, because she’d barely known him before the fire. But she could still tell. Woman’s intuition. Or something.
She set the little dog down and paused in front of the mirror hanging over the sideboard in the dining room. Her matte pink lipstick looked great, and she’d
