“This neighborhood is my home. Always has been,” she admitted. “But something is telling
me to go with you on the journey that awaits.”
He looked like a man filled with indecision.
“Or not?” she asked.
“Oh, yea. You're more than welcome to come along. In fact, I'd prefer you did. I'd like to
keep you safe.”
“But you look with doubt?”
“Trying to decide between the eggs and toast or the pancakes and bacon. How's the bacon
here?” Dalton asked with a grin.
Slowly, Krista returned his smile with one of her own. She'd never met a man quite like the
detective who wrapped himself in brown leather and hid beneath bushy whiskers. A unique man
indeed, though she felt as though she'd known him for a thousand years.
“I think you should go with bacon and eggs.” Krista smiled