Sheryl changed out of her dirty clothes and showered before she collapsed into bed. Her thoughts revolved around Gage, and several minutes passed before she was able to drift off to sleep.
Problem was, the man starred in her dreams too, and he was always the thoughtful, vulnerable, apologetic man she’d seen a few times now. When she woke, the shadows coming through the windows fell in long slants, and she knew she was late. She also remembered how brash and blunt Gage could be, and it seemed like she’d constantly be at war with herself about the man who’d come suddenly into her life.
She stood, a sigh leaking from her body. A dog barked, and she yelped as her bedroom door wasn’t even closed. But that dog bark meant Gage was in her house with Britta.
Sure enough, a moment later, the grea
