Caiden took the seat next to Colt, the man was driving the truck. She was curled up with her knees drawn up to her chest. "Don't worry," the man assured her, "I have a safe spot."
COlt nodded, "Alright," He sighed, he walked inside the house keeping them close. He looked around, it was kept in enough order that it seemed fine. He sighed, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. "Well, at least he is neat."
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers