Toward a vexatious dark-haired vixen who never minced her words or pulled her punches. To the woman who had been the constant pithy, prickly bane of his life all the time he had known her. The woman who could expose his lies to the world in a heartbeat if she uncovered them, but also the woman whose reassuring hand and presence had stopped him falling into the abyss when the worst had happened. The woman his wary, frightened, lonely heart missed more than waking Giles was prepared to acknowledge. The woman who was now, reassuringly, only eighteen hours away.
