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Dear readers, my name is Nora L. Roberts and not the famous Nora Roberts many are perhaps expecting. I'm not deliberately trying to use her name to sell a book. I am a writer of my own work I just happen to have her first and last name. I apologize if you feel misled but my readers appreciate my stories and I am hoping you will, too. It is my hope that you overlook the name to see the story for what it is ... a love story about the perfect bond. Thank you!

"We have to go," Natalie said, trying to help me up. My groin complained as I stood. Some muscle I didn't know I owned had been strained beyond tolerance. I handed Stinky to Natalie and hobbled painfully toward the backseat of her car.

"Your nose is bleeding," Natalie commented, as I crawled into the car. My head felt like it was full of sludge. I laid on the backseat. Natalie tucked Stinky into my arms and closed the door. Natalie got behind the wheel, and we started moving.

"Don't stop til we need gas," I gasped. I knew they were watching other pit stops. We had to get far away from Flagstaff. I could hear Natalie talking to me, but none of it seemed to stick in my mind. I pulled Stinky close and closed my eyes. The silent blackness of sleep found me.