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I didn’t have long to bask in the knowledge that my guardian angel had found a way to be with me because we were both startled by the firm knock on my front door.
Daniel let out a warning “Woof!” to alert whoever was on the other side that he wouldn’t allow any funny business. He darted to the door to block the visitor gaining access to the house.
“Kerry?” I recognized Trent’s voice instantly, even though his tone was tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear.
“Yes. I’m here.” I shouted so he could hear me through the thick door. “It’s okay, Danny Boy,” I cooed at the dog, making a snap decision to call him by a less formal name than Daniel. In his current form, it didn’t seem right to use the full name of the angel I lusted after.
The dog squatted down, his rump hovering just over
