She laughs and ignores my order. "You're disappointed Daisy's not appreciating your leg. Heel, Daisy," she says with another laugh and walks the dog to my couch. "Down." He lies at her feet like a perfect gentleman.

Damn her. I'm too tired to fight and have absolutely no willpower at all when I remove the lid from the warm dish. It smells heavenly. "Sure you don't want any?" I ask tiredly as I grab a fork and remove the first bite straight from the dish.

She shakes her head, ...