Solitude

"I don't like dogs."It was meant to be a simple statement of truth, not a challenge. I was already dealing with the death of my husband, and his inability to move on to the other side. Add to that, caring for my Aunt Lou who managed to break the one bone in her foot that apparently holds the rest of a person's skeleton intact and top it all off with the hulking beast that just moved into the little beach house down the hill. Oh, and his owner, the hulking beast is owned by a doctor who has rented my Aunt's beach cottage for the winter. Yes, I'm sure he's probably not some weird serial killer, just a man who enjoys the frigid waters of Olympia Bay in November, perfectly normal, and then there's the dog.This book contains sexual situations and is appropriate for those 18 and older.