Chapter 4When Emily woke up the sun was high enough in the sky to cast long shadows over a stranger’s room. There was a warm body with dog breath flopped out next to her. With the stiffness of a body that had lay too long in the same position, Emily rolled over and received a big doggie kiss.
“Hello to you, too, Rocco.” She patted his side. He gave a low grumble in response.
She swung her stiff legs over the edge of a bed and looked around the room. It was, she determined, most certainly Kyle’s. The blue bedspread was run of the mill, but the biker girl calendar hanging on one wall and the clutter of clothes all screamed thirty-year-old male. The hunting rifle casually slung over the back of a chair was a dead giveaway, too. Her father wasn’t a hunter, but Kyle was.
Curiosity, and a des
