She was exhausted and stretched far too thin: running a household, caring for a baby, keeping track of a business, trying to find five minutes to herself--something had to give.

Lightning shot across the sky and the clap of thunder that followed fast on its heels was strong enough, loud enough to make the house shake. Laine rolled her eyes towards the ceiling and counted. One, two, three-and there it was, the baby’s displeased and frightened howl. So much for getting the wash folded ( Read more... )

The monitor lit up and crackled just a moment before the angry wail of a displeased infant flooded the room and woke Laine. Anrai was already getting out of bed, those keen púca ears of his not needing an electronic gadget to alert him to the baby down the hall. Irritating to Laine at moments like these. Still, she sat up and scrubbed a hand over ( Read more... )