It was the seventh time in two weeks he’d done the same thing. He had a newspaper open on the table in front of him. But he neither drank nor read. His eyes stayed locked on the Traverse City street scene through the large window. Then he got up, threw both the full cup and the newspaper in the w...
Garrett’s eyes were dark, noncommittal. It made her stomach clench but she stood her ground, shut his office door behind her. She had come here to talk and by God he was going to listen to her. However, words failed her as he stared, his gaze flat.“Garrett, I need you to know something.”He kept s...
When she stopped and turned to face him, going up on her tip toes, their lips met as if they'd been lovers forever.The kiss started gently as Grace wasn’t usually the type to instigate, but as the afternoon wore on, she knew in her soul she had to at least taste him. Just once. If he was shocked...