Chapter 5
A low cello started out somewhere in a dream about tiny cars with giant blackbird wings swooping over a field of baked goods—diving like raptors to clutch giant blueberries.
A pair of violins joined the flight and Cal came fully awake in time for a viola to join in and for the MINI Cooper to steal the last berry before his Vette could get there, leaving nothing but a stray sunflower seed behind.
The cars were gone, but the music continued—upbeat, energetic.
Cal didn’t know this one. Didn’t recall putting it on his playlist.
He reached over to see what it was and bumped his arm on someone curled up close beside him. Some—
Natalya! Again they had slept together and not crap else. This was really starting to suck.
“Mrumph!” was all she gave him in response.
Damn it! He didn’
