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ignition. First you
take a ride with a man who’s basically a stranger. Now you’re
guiding him to your doorstep. Yeah, so he’s tall, dark and
handsome. Great eyes. Ax murders don’t have AX MURDERER written on their
foreheads.
    After several blocks, she steered her
car up the winding road into the foothills. It was a few minutes
before the beams of her headlights hit her mailbox and wide mouth
of her driveway. As always, she by-passed her mail box. Morning and
daylight was soon enough to get her junk mail. Her important
deliveries were dropped off at the shop. As soon as she was well
into the driveway, the motion detectors turned on the small lights
along the gentle sloping doublewide gravel path where it made a
small circle in front of her house.
    The porch light was out.
    The motion detectors should have
turned it on. The lamp in the living room window shone brightly,
turned on by the auto-timer. The tall slender window in the dining
section of her kitchen also offered a soft light. Strange. She was
certain the porch light had gone out on other occasions, yet...
tonight, the house looked so dark without that light. She placed
the garage door opener on the seat beside her and stopped the
Subaru. While giving the place a wide scan, she reached behind the
passenger seat and grabbed the baseball bat she kept there and
waited.
    Georgie’s body jerked with a gasp when
she saw headlights sweep across the front of the house.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    As quickly as her body tensed, it
relaxed when she remembered Mason was behind her. His headlights
sent a multitude of shadows dancing up, down and across the front
of her house. Then she saw what she was waiting for. It was Daisy,
her five year old silver gray and white Schnauzer coming to sit at
the gate.
    Normally, Georgie would have driven
into the garage, closed the door behind her and entered the house
from there into the kitchen. Since she failed to enter, Daisy had
to go from the kitchen, through the laundry room, and out the
doggie door into the back yard and around the house.
    When Georgie heard Mason open and shut
his car door she let the baseball bat slip from her hand back into
its place behind the seat, and got out of her car. Daisy
barked.
    “It’s okay, girl,” she said with an
added shush.
    “You really should leave the porch
light on,” Mason said, holding the door for her.
    She forced back the urge to ask him if
he really thought her so foolish, but stopped herself with a scold.
That’s what three years of living alone will do for you, she
thought; you get snippy. “Actually, the motion detector should have
turned it on. It must be out." She eased the car door from him, but
didn’t shut it.
    “Do you have an extra bulb? I can
replace it.”
    “Nah. I’ll do it in the
morning.”
    This time Georgie saw a mixture of
annoyance and satirical humor in his smile. He rubbed the back of
his neck before slipping off his hat and putting it back
on.
    “Would it kill you, Miss Independence,
to let someone help you?”
    Daisy whimpered and took off to the
backyard, before Georgie could answer. Daisy’s barking echoed back
from the small slope behind the house and through the trees. It was
fenced, so Daisy couldn’t go anywhere, but a skunk might still be
able to get in and do her dog some damage.
    “Daisy! Come.” When there was no
response, Georgie stood on her tiptoes to look over the roof of her
car knowing full well her height would let her see nothing. She was
stalling. “Daisy! Come!” She sniffed. No skunk odor.
    A soft, but cool, breeze swirled around
the awkward quiet settling between her and Mason, and Georgie
shoved her hands in her pockets. The large oak at the side of the
garage let loose some leaves and they sailed across Mason’s
headlight beams. It never occurred to her till this moment the
distance between her and her neighbors, though she could see a
patch of light on