Chapter 3
Caleb lay awake, trying not to toss and turn, much too aware he wasn’t alone in the big bed. His guest had clearly been exhausted and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Although he’d put in a long day himself, and would face another come morning, sleep eluded him.
Funny guy…Different from a lot of the easterners who pass through Colorado for one reason or another. At first I took him for a standard garden-variety city wuss type at first. Now I think there’s more to him than my first assessment—in spite of that ridiculous excuse for a dog he’s dragging around.
The ridiculous excuse currently slept with Chey on her heavy Indian blanket at the foot of the bed. One or the other stirred now and then, making faint doggy sounds, a sigh, a muffled squeak, or growl in a
