I picked up my mug and almost got a lapful of hot coffee because my hands were shaking so much. I was grateful for Anasztaizia’s steadying hold on my arm, even if I was nearly blinded by the door-knocker diamond. I needed to take a step back. Sipping my coffee, I decided a change of subject was n...
A phone call from a frantic teenaged babysitter meant she was going to have to leave before giving Gabriel the once-over. Sadly, he couldn’t compete with a puking six-year old who’d also had gum cut out of his hair by an older brother. It was difficult to tell which incident was the more upsettin...
Neither one of us was about to let go of the other. I had a vague recollection a new mirror had been installed in the private elevator that took us directly from the garage to the penthouse. Some crazy abstract spider-web design that reflected my face back in multiple images. It was odd, but I ki...