Dawn's POV — Monday Morning
Well.
That had been an interesting Monday morning.
I'd gone outside to take out the trash.
A simple task.
One that should've taken approximately forty-five seconds.
Instead, I'd found a frightened little boy, witnessed the world's most spectacular babysitting failure.
And met a man whose road name sounded like something requiring police intervention.
Riot.
Of course his name was Riot.
Why couldn't I meet someone named Bob?
Or Kevin?
Apparently, South Carolina had decided to provide me with an endless supply of enormous tattooed men with questionable nicknames.
I looked down at Pink.
"At least this one didn't try to steal you."
She wagged her tail.
"Don't get any ideas."
I returned to the kitchen, washed my hands, and poured another cup of coffee
