"Yes," said Caroline, ducking her head as she threaded the frilly valance onto the curtain rod. She and her maid had been over this territory three times in the last hour and her story was sounding less believable with each telling. If only Abby's eyes weren't so sharp. Caroline had awakened earl...
I tried to keep its taillights in view but the combination of snow and dusk made it difficult. Every now and then the driver would slow down enough that I had to ease my foot off the gas to keep a safe following distance. All in all, not my favorite Sunday drive. The snow was moderately heavy and...
"The only thing I want to talk about is whether or not you're coming with me." It was time to move on and he wanted Emilie with him. "Sit down," she said, gesturing toward the trundle bed. "This is going to take some time." Andrew McVie, still clutching the knife, glanced from Zane to Emilie. At ...
Caroline knew he was still alive because the truck had miraculously disappeared from its parking lot in front of her apartment along with two pairs of Levis while she was at work the day after the blow-up, but Charlie was nowhere to be seen. Tuesday turned into Wednesday a...
Her scent lingered on his skin, a combination of sweetness and something darker, more intensely female. He'd wanted to brand himself with 'her smell and he would have if she hadn't stopped him. He would have worshipped her. You did the right thing, Molly. You recognized a ...
Gunnar stumbled but stayed upright while I crashed to the ground like deadweight. As a cop I was used to facing the unexpected, but this was off the chart. “Holy shit!” The words tore from my throat as my molecules reassembled themselves. I felt like a human jigsaw puzzle ...
Fifteen couples, none of whom knew each other well at all, gathered around an ornate cherrywood table to celebrate a holiday that had absolutely no meaning for most of the people in the room. Instead of turkey, they served squab. Wild rice replaced sweet potatoes with marshmallow topping. And, to...
I’m not sure how I knew, but the second the little girl stood up and looked out at us through that glowing prison, I knew this was Luke’s daughter. Not a hologram. Not a reflection. Not a construct of memories gleaned from her parents. This was Steffie MacKenzie. The look on her face when she saw...
She felt things more keenly than other people. Whatever it was that buffered other hearts from the slings and arrows of real life was missing in Mimi. Her behavior, which had once been labeled harmlessly eccentric, grew more erratic with the years, and by the time Grandma Fran died, Mimi’s spells...
