SLOANE

“Oh no.” I groaned to myself at dawn the next morning as I heard a car, definitely Dimitri’s, pulling out of the packing lot and out of the gate.

I kept worrying about being alone with his mother in the same house for a whole week that I didn’t know when I lost myself to sleep.

But now as I woke up to the sound of his car leaving, I curled to a ball under the blanket, sleep gone from my mind. I subconsciously looked beside me, and there was my pup, still sleeping soundly. ...