her twelve years before. That spark of laughter that hadn’t been extinguished then. That hint of a smile that had stolen her fifteen-year-old heart.
She needed the man she had claimed when she had been no more than a teenager. And she needed vengeance for the sister stolen from her.
And Skye promised herself, she might not be able to hold on to the man, but she would have the vengeance.
Daylight was beginning to edge through the curtains now. She’d conquered another night. If she didn’t sleep in darkness, then she found the nightmares didn’t visit.
Skye walked through the house to the back bedroom she’d taken.
The house was far too large for one person, just as the one Logan Callahan owned was.
Four large upstairs bedrooms, plus what was more commonly called an in-law suite at the back of the first floor.
That room worked perfectly for Skye.
The small sitting room, bedroom, and roomy bathroom with its garden tub, full-sized shower, and wide vanity cabinet was the size of her apartment in D.C.
The upstairs rooms were nicer but, still, upstairs, and she’d found herself feeling isolated and too damned alone there.
Moving to the bed, she picked up her gown and robe before heading to the shower. Dawn was already edging across the mountains. It was her bedtime. She hadn’t been able to sleep at night for far too many years. She was too aware that often evil used the cover of night to strike.
By the time she had showered and moved back to the bedroom, the sun was peeking through the opened windows and spreading its warming rays across the bed.
The little bundle of fluff was sitting at Skye’s bedroom door, her low, almost-imperceptible whines breaking her heart.
For over a week she’d watched that baby scratch at Logan’s door and sat on her patio and listened to the dog whine.
Closing the curtains securely, Skye left the bedroom to check the house one last time.
The puppy followed her curiously. She whimpered at the front door as Skye checked it, then followed her up the stairs until she picked her up on the fifth step and just carried her with her. The puppy was too small to try to climb those stairs. Holding the pug close to her chest, Skye checked the windows and the balcony door that led to the balcony straight across from Logan Callahan’s.
There was no sign of him in the bedroom. No sign of him outside.
The puppy whined again.
Shaking her head, Skye moved back downstairs. Giving the puppy a drink of water, she set her on the paper and praised her when she did her business. Giving in to a moment of weakness Skye hoped she wouldn’t regret, she placed the pup in the bed next to her. The pug moved to the middle of the bed, the pillow, then to Skye’s side, and finally found a spot she seemed to be able to live with, if not comfortably, at least quietly.
“What is your story, little girl?” Skye asked as she ran her fingers down the apricot fur of the puppy’s back. “What makes you think you belong over there rather than here?”
Skye had never had a puppy before. It hadn’t been allowed after she’d gone to live with her foster parents, because her foster father had been allergic to both cats and dogs.
Before her foster family …
She stared up at the ceiling for long moments before turning her gaze back to the puppy as she whined once again.
“At least you’re welcome here.” Poor little baby. Skye knew how it felt to be an orphan, to beg to be one place while being forced to live in another.
The puppy gave a low, saddened little sigh before laying her wrinkled little face against her paws to stare back at Skye with the same confusion and sadness Skye felt herself.
Sliding her hand to the pug’s back, Skye petted her gently before staring up at that ceiling and wondering if sleep would come this morning or if, as she had the last week, she would simply toss, turn, and awaken herself time and again as her fingers found the aroused flesh between her thighs.
This time, she at
She needed the man she had claimed when she had been no more than a teenager. And she needed vengeance for the sister stolen from her.
And Skye promised herself, she might not be able to hold on to the man, but she would have the vengeance.
Daylight was beginning to edge through the curtains now. She’d conquered another night. If she didn’t sleep in darkness, then she found the nightmares didn’t visit.
Skye walked through the house to the back bedroom she’d taken.
The house was far too large for one person, just as the one Logan Callahan owned was.
Four large upstairs bedrooms, plus what was more commonly called an in-law suite at the back of the first floor.
That room worked perfectly for Skye.
The small sitting room, bedroom, and roomy bathroom with its garden tub, full-sized shower, and wide vanity cabinet was the size of her apartment in D.C.
The upstairs rooms were nicer but, still, upstairs, and she’d found herself feeling isolated and too damned alone there.
Moving to the bed, she picked up her gown and robe before heading to the shower. Dawn was already edging across the mountains. It was her bedtime. She hadn’t been able to sleep at night for far too many years. She was too aware that often evil used the cover of night to strike.
By the time she had showered and moved back to the bedroom, the sun was peeking through the opened windows and spreading its warming rays across the bed.
The little bundle of fluff was sitting at Skye’s bedroom door, her low, almost-imperceptible whines breaking her heart.
For over a week she’d watched that baby scratch at Logan’s door and sat on her patio and listened to the dog whine.
Closing the curtains securely, Skye left the bedroom to check the house one last time.
The puppy followed her curiously. She whimpered at the front door as Skye checked it, then followed her up the stairs until she picked her up on the fifth step and just carried her with her. The puppy was too small to try to climb those stairs. Holding the pug close to her chest, Skye checked the windows and the balcony door that led to the balcony straight across from Logan Callahan’s.
There was no sign of him in the bedroom. No sign of him outside.
The puppy whined again.
Shaking her head, Skye moved back downstairs. Giving the puppy a drink of water, she set her on the paper and praised her when she did her business. Giving in to a moment of weakness Skye hoped she wouldn’t regret, she placed the pup in the bed next to her. The pug moved to the middle of the bed, the pillow, then to Skye’s side, and finally found a spot she seemed to be able to live with, if not comfortably, at least quietly.
“What is your story, little girl?” Skye asked as she ran her fingers down the apricot fur of the puppy’s back. “What makes you think you belong over there rather than here?”
Skye had never had a puppy before. It hadn’t been allowed after she’d gone to live with her foster parents, because her foster father had been allergic to both cats and dogs.
Before her foster family …
She stared up at the ceiling for long moments before turning her gaze back to the puppy as she whined once again.
“At least you’re welcome here.” Poor little baby. Skye knew how it felt to be an orphan, to beg to be one place while being forced to live in another.
The puppy gave a low, saddened little sigh before laying her wrinkled little face against her paws to stare back at Skye with the same confusion and sadness Skye felt herself.
Sliding her hand to the pug’s back, Skye petted her gently before staring up at that ceiling and wondering if sleep would come this morning or if, as she had the last week, she would simply toss, turn, and awaken herself time and again as her fingers found the aroused flesh between her thighs.
This time, she at
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