For Suzane Ritch,

for all her years of support,

the brainstorming and beta reads, and

for providing me with an anchor back home.

I love you.

 

For her husband Wayne,

who probably heard much more

of my stories than he wanted to and

allowed me to steal his wife’s time on many a night.

 

And for our muses, the Idjits and

Amber and Lasoe, who put up with us.