Tim came around because Nick was shaking him. “Tim. Wake up! Come on… wake up! You’re having another bad dream. It’s okay, Snowman. You’re safe.”
“Where’s Buck?” Tim asked as he opened his eyes. They were in Tim’s bed. The clock on the dresser said four fifteen. It was still the middle of the night. Nick didn’t need to leave for Sonoma County anywhere near this early and Tim didn’t have to get up to work the brunch shift at Arts for several hours. Foghorns howled in the distance and Buck was asleep between their bare feet.
Charles Bradford Harriman pulled his silver BMW into a private ramp off Fourth and Berry Streets. It was hard to believe he’d fallen into such a comfortable life after so many years of hard times. He tried not to dwell on the past. This career was all about the future…
To be continued…
About the Author
Born and raised a Minnesota farm-boy, Mark Abramson has lived in San Francisco so long that he feels like a native. He is thrilled that the Beach Reading series, his first foray into fiction, has been so successful and he is deeply grateful for all the supportive emails from fans of Tim and Nick, Aunt Ruth, Artie and the rest of the cast of characters. He would also like to make clear that his mother, aside from being a Christian, is nothing like Betty Snow. She is smart and kind with a great sense of humor and she doesn’t even drink.
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