He thought he was stopping for a stray dog in the snow-until he saw what she was hiding beneath her body

no longer showed sharply through her coat. She still watched every doorway, but she slept deeply now, sometimes on her side with one paw resting against Cal’s boot.

Cal wore a clean shirt, dark jacket, and the expression of a man who would rather be almost anywhere else. Claire sat two rows behind him with a folder thick enough to speak before she did.continue reading …