. . big time. What had I done? And how in the hell did I go about undoing it? Because right then . . . well, I’d far surpassed my monthly quota of odd happenings. I stared at Porter, completely at a loss for words. In this case, I suppose there was some comfort in knowing any minute Pino would be...
The hair standing up on the back of her neck had little to do with the honk of a car horn and everything to do with that uncomfortable sensation of being watched again. She spotted a dark SUV parked up the way. Linc? She couldn’t be sure. Dark SUVs were a dime a dozen in the military town. Beside...