The moment her head hit the pillow later the next night, Beau fell into the dream. Once on familiar ground, she didn’t waste time on the roses. She made quick work down the path towards the overlook.
He stood there on the cliff; the man in the gray suit. The man of her dreams. He hadn’t begun to turn yet. That was good. Maybe she had time. The dream always ended as he started to turn. Perhaps if she could get to him before he started to turn...
She picked up her bare feet to move towards him. A twinge in her back halted her steps. The second she registered the pain, Darrell was there.
Darrell’s hand at the small of her back moved like an eraser on a white board. The pain didn’t evaporate as much as it dispersed where his thumb brushed at the base of her spine. With his support, she felt
