as a palace maid, and she was quitting because a handsome Angel told her to. She would be lying if she said the man didn’t consume her every thought while at work. Her memories of him didn’t exist when at home, but here, she often walked with her head down to scan the floor for cats. “I’m losing it,” she muttered. What would it be like to have someone like Sam interested in her? Not that she needed to worry about it. He looked like someone who liked his women young with perky bodies, and while she wasn’t old, she was no spring chicken, nor was her body perky.
