of three cuddly baby skunks, they may find their way to one another and to the love that is waiting for them.
I hope you enjoy Emma and Seth’s story and will look for the next book in the series. This is a work of fiction. I hope I got things right, but if I made mistakes, they are my fault.
Carolyn
This book is dedicated to that remarkable group of volunteers called animal rehabilitators who spend a lot of time and money looking after wounded, abandoned and displaced animals. There is even a specially trained group that works with wounded raptors—eagles, owls and hawks.
Each state has its own licensing requirements, but all require that these hardworking folks know what they are doing. The animal doesn’t have to be cute. Turkey buzzard or baby bunny—if it’s in trouble, they help.
Good for them!
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“I HAVE SKUNKS in my pantry,” Emma French said.
The man who opened his front door to her wore the green uniform of a Tennessee Wildlife officer. At least according to the emblem on his mailbox down by the road. Skunks were wildlife, so he should be able to deal with the three in her pantry. She had no intention of touching them. He, on the other hand, looked as though he wrestled moose on weekends—not that there were moose in Tennessee. Skunks should be only a small distraction.
She had obviously interrupted him in the middle of his dinner. He still held a napkin. But this was an emergency, drat it. She expected him to grab a cage or gloves
