Katie said, gripping the steering wheel harder. “Uh-huh, yes, I get it.” She glanced in the rearview mirror, signaled left, and changed lanes. The traffic was getting thicker as they approached Louisville. Her brother kept talking, his voice robbed of its customary power by the cheap speakers of ...
Karen ate the soup and drank the coffee as much to cover the turmoil inside as to satisfy her hunger. She was still weak, but she felt a vibrancy, a growing awakening that she couldn’t explain. She’d surmised already that she and Dr. Sandor had never been lovers. She knew, too, that he was an hon...
“The car?” “Yes. You did inherit a 1953 Oldsmobile Fiesta convertible, didn’t you?” Callie simply stared at him, his words thundering through her mind. She couldn’t breathe. The air seemed to solidify in her lungs. She couldn’t focus on anything except the angry expression on his face. “The car?”...