What in Hell was I thinking? Lana Quinn stopped three steps from her front door and stared. Stared at the romance red envelope propped against her door beside a single red rose. It was a greeting she'd sought out. One she'd told herself she wanted, and could handle. ...
A woman’s cheery laugh reached her clearly. “It never matters what you’ve changed, Liam, a part of me always feels dirty when I come in here.” The woman talked fast and sounded as chipper as her laugh. “At least until I see the sun. I love the light all the new windows let in.” “The place changes...
“Call maintenance to check for an electrical short.” Jace typed notes on his palm-sized tablet, a device Trevor had come up with for the security team at Blue Chip Technologies. After spending the first few days getting into the flow of the building, though he still had some things to familiarize...