Clara still felt that she was living in a dream. Until recently she had only had her puppy by her side and she did not complain about it, although inside her there was still an empty space that could only be filled by those to whom she belonged. But to be at the same table with her son and one of her mates, after five years and that there was no hint of threat was something that had her at ease.

He had always thought that of the two twins Dixon was the more intransigent. Apparently he had been