Steamy Dreams
Then, with one last look at her gorgeous face, I switch off the light, and pray I don’t wake up to find it was all a dream.
“I saw a bird,” Casey calls down from the landing.
I glace up from the schematics on the table in front of me. “You saw what?”
“A bird,” Casey says. “It just flew past.”
“Sweetheart, that’s impossible. There’s nothing living out there.”