The man might be handsome, but the reluctance twisting his face was almost comical. Lara would have felt sorry for him if she wasn’t in such a bind. “Fine,” Peter finally gave in. Thank God. Prayers answered before she’d even prayed them. Someone was definitely looking out for her. She glanced down, to find Snowball... Continue Reading →
“I’m your neighbor next door.” Peter pointed. She looked that direction, then back at him, a slow smile blooming. “Nice to meet you I’m—” He wasn’t here for chit chat. “I’m afraid that you put some of your Christmas lights up on my side of the roof.” The woman, whose face was still mostly in... Continue Reading →
A second car pulling to a stop, headlights flashing across the ceiling, is new. Did Peter bring someone home with him? Do I care enough to go look? With a sigh I drop to the ground and pad silently across the carpeted floor to leap to the windowsill facing the street. Peter lives in what... Continue Reading →
Author Kristen McKanagh 