Once again, the bed was empty. Did that man never stay in bed? She rolled into his pillow, breathing in the scent of him, fresh yet musky and laced with the fruity smell of the massage oils. From down the hallway, Isabel could hear a clanging of pots, a utensil clatter to the floor. The bedside c...
Isabel said. “Careful, someone listening might misinterpret that remark.” Tray laughed and threw his arm over her shoulder. She elbowed him in the side, but his heavy jacket buffered the effect. “Who will overhear it? The horses? The chickens? Where are the chickens?” She tilted her head at him i...
From the pack, he’d pulled the blanket from the picnic and the left over food, water, and even a little wine. Tray’s magical bag. She was certainly glad he knew what he was doing in the mountains – she would have come walking today with a couple of crackers in her pocket. “How long will the storm...
More a local hang-out than a spot for tourists, the prices were reasonable and, more importantly, they served breakfast all day. “We’re so sorry, Mom,” said Karin, as Isabel slid into the booth. “Yes,” nodded Shelly. “Sorry, Mom.” She was still dead tired. It had been a long drive down to Radium,...
For all his youth, Tray knew what he was doing when it came to a woman’s body. At least, above the waist. She hoped he knew what he was doing down below, too. But she was uncomfortable on the couch. She knew no one would come in, but after years of living with her daughters, she couldn’t relax on...