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in,” he urged, pushing her in the closet. Leaning in after her, hesquinted into the dark. “You okay in here for a few?”
    That he would take the time to ask nearly broke her. But she gathered up every last dollop of inner strength she had and nodded as if she did this every day.
    Nick turned to Sadie. “You too, dog.” Apparently unwilling to push the dog in, he waited to be obeyed.
    Drooling, Sadie studied the wall.
    “Get in,” he repeated, cautiously reaching out with his foot to gently shoo her in.
    Sadie leapt as if he’d tried to kill her.
    Nick looked as startled as the dog. “Hey, just get in the damn closet.”
    “Here,” Danielle said quickly, pulling Sadie in herself, letting out an oomph as the nervous dog sat her considerable weight in Danielle’s lap.
    “Don’t make any noise,” Nick commanded in a hushed tone. And then he was gone.
    Danielle sat there in the dark with her one-hundred-fifty-pound baby. In her life she’d been in some pretty tight and uncomfortable situations, but this…this definitely took the cake. “We’ll be okay,” she said softly.
    Sadie turned in her lap, nearly breaking her legsin the process, pressing her warm, wet nose into Danielle’s neck. Four paws shifted up and down in nervous excitement, wondering when the games began.
    “This isn’t fun time,” Danielle whispered. “Shh, now.”
    But Sadie was convinced it was a game, and got herself all wound up, which meant more drooling, more rustling, more frantic maneuvers on Danielle’s part to calm down the young dog. “I know,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around Sadie’s bulky neck. “I know, I know. You want to play, but hang on.”
    Her legs were killing her, strained with the weight of the heavy, overgrown puppy, but there was little room to shift in the loaded closet. Still, she managed to lay back, scooting over to give Sadie enough room so that she could get off her lap.
    Marginally better. She had no idea what she was stretched out over, but it was actually quite comfortable, soft and pliable, and she relaxed slightly.
    Finally getting the message that it was quiet time, Sadie cuddled up beside her.
    It was so dark. She could hear Nick’s voice, could hear the policeman’s voice, but couldn’t make out the words. A wide yawn escaped her.She had hardly slept in days, and she felt it now, in every ache of her body, in her fuzzy—and quickly getting fuzzier—thoughts.
    Don’t fall asleep, she told herself, though Sadie already had. Her deep, steady snores mocked Danielle’s exhaustion.
    Counting didn’t help. Neither did thinking of the mess her life had become.
    Nick. She’d think of Nick. He had a smile on him, a smile that went all the way to his eyes. Ted hadn’t smiled like that, as if he really meant it.
    Why had she never noticed that before?
    Nick had a voice on him, too, she was listening to it now as he talked to the officer. In her not-too-distant past, she might have fallen for a voice and a smile like his, but not now. Falling meant trusting, and she just didn’t have it in her to do that, not ever again.
    “It’ll be okay,” she whispered to her sleeping dog. Somehow it would, and she curled up and closed her eyes.
     
    S ERGEANT A NDERSON EYED the photo studio reception area, his sharp eyes missing nothing, but thankfully, there was nothing to see.
    Not out here anyway, Nick thought.
    “You’re certain you don’t have anyone scheduled for today?” the officer asked yet again.
    “As I mentioned, we’re closed,” Nick answered. “My sisters run the place, and they’re on vacation for several weeks yet.”
    “You’re not a photographer?”
    “I’m a journalist.”
    “What if someone calls you, wants to book an appointment?”
    “I’ll book it.”
    Sergeant Anderson narrowed his eyes and watched him very carefully. “But you won’t be opening for business?”
    Danielle, what have you done? “Have you ever tried getting good pictures of a baby? Or a high