Dane forced himself to open his eyes. He got his bearings. On the sofa. TV on. He held out his hand. Lucky.
The child’s voice continued. “Grandma, what big teeth you have.”
Turning his head toward the voice, Dane saw the top of a child’s head covered with thick, shiny red hair. He reached for her, touching her ever so gently.
The reading stopped, and the head turned to face him. Bright green eyes set in a cherub’s perfect face blinked at him. If he had been the wolf in the story, he knew this child would have slain him easily with her smile.
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