Firelight flickered behind her closed lids, warming her chilled body. The crackling of burning wood drifted through her subconscious. She sighed, feeling more content, more comfortable than she had in a long time. As she swam gently toward wakefulness her dream world gradually melted away. She'd been dreaming that she was at lunch with Casey and the rest of their Tuesday crew. She'd hated the entire bunch of hypocritical, cynical bitches, until she got to know Casey and found a woman ...