I was fast asleep when someone rang my doorbell. Although disoriented, I was ninety-nine percent certain who it was.
The one percent was Mama. I wouldn’t put it past her to drive down to bring me fresh cookies. I eyed the clock radio. Okay, maybe not at two in the morning.
Widget stirred and whined.
I flipped on the light, eased myself from bed, patted Widget, and then, after placing a kiss to her head, padded out to the living room.
The motion-sensor light had activated at my front door, and I could see a dark shadow.
Colin.
ColinI sighed, unlocked the door, and opened it, all the while wondering how he knew where I lived.
He stood shivering on the doorstep.
“Get in here.”
Even as I said the words, he hesitated.
“Seriously, Colin, you’ve come all this way, you might as well come
