As I got out of the BMW, I found myself looking anxiously around, as if expecting Detective Watson to leap out from behind the bushes, waving handcuffs at me. If Connor noticed, he said nothing. He told me he’d love to take me to dinner, but he had a meeting with the commissioners he couldn’t get...
He was smart enough to know I might not approve if I thought he’d approached my mom for money. Instead he told me that Tess of the D’Urbervilles wasn’t his favorite Thomas Hardy and he’d been disappointed when it was chosen at book club, but he didn’t like to overrule the less literary among us. ...
I briefly considered giving up my mission and going back to sleep, but my better nature (or maybe just stubborn curiosity) got the upper hand and I struggled out of my lovely warm comfy bed. Charles opened one eye and promptly closed it again. Aaron had told me that Ralph ...