Chapter 140: From Graham

One year later

*Graham*

A breeze picks up on the street and blows Tara's hair behind her. Jasper, our Labrador puppy — who isn't so much a puppy anymore — tugs at the leash headed home.

"He would not make it in Maine," I say watching the sixty-pound dog tug at Tara's hand. Any time the temperature falls below forty we cut our walks shorts, but living in the city is hard and he needs exercise. Across the bay the lights of San Francisco twinkle.

How much has changed in one simple year? Tara and I moved to California so I could work at the new branch in San Francisco, but rather than live in the overpriced city, we decided to stay in another overpriced city, Sausalito. Jasper came a few months later. At this time of night most people have cleared the streets as the temperature falls, but a few of the art galleries that drew Tara to this piece of land over the bridge are still open.

Going back to work at a hotel was something Tara wasn't ready to do yet, but after we settled in a