“He’d hated to wake her so early after the night she’d had, but if the dog didn’t get outside soon, she’d hate him more. Tossing pebbles at her bedroom window had felt like old times. Good times. Times when summers were carefree and the worst they could imagine happening was falling from a tree. The instant her kitchen door opened and Tripod dashed out, Josh stepped up with the tray of coffee and bagels he’d brought with him. “Not as fancy as my sister’s breakfast, but after the trouble ...you had sleeping, I figured you could use a jolt of caf—” The sight of her soft, sleep-rumpled face swept the words clean out of his head. She pushed the door wider and motioned him inside. “Thanks.” Struggling to ignore what the crackly, early-morning texture of her voice did to him, he carried the tray into the kitchen and helped himself to a mug of coffee. “Uh...”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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