“Going back to Diane’s office now,” Jo texted him. His phone rested on the bureau in his bedroom, beside the closet that he was cleaning out. The furniture came with the apartment, which made the whole chore simpler, but somehow more pathetic. He stuffed a handful of old s...
Simon lounged on the couch—Daniel asleep on his chest, sucking on his fist—looking out Sand Dollar Point’s large windows at the chilly October sky over bright blue ocean waves. If he had his way, he would sit on the porch, basking in the son, stroking his son’s head as he snoozed away, dreaming o...
Sarah said as Roy escorted her along the road leading out of town, toward the boarding house. “I know you’ve got important hotel business.” “You’re important too,” Roy replied, full to the brim with pride at walking by her side. “Oh, I don’t know a...
Spence started the moment Tasha walked through the door back at Sand Dollar Point. He’d gone straight home after returning the bike, and had been waiting for her ever since. She had a bag from one of the souvenir shops in one hand and an iced coffee in the other, and cross...
Lionel Twitchel finished his times table with a satisfied grin. “Good, good,” Christian told the boy, although if two times was as far as he could get, they were in trouble. “Mr. Avery?” Lionel asked. “What, son?” ...
“Delilah said I should come up and see if any of the suitcases are ready to go down to the wagon,” young Roy the bellhop popped into the doorway. Amelia twisted to smile at him. “Thank you, Roy. Those two over there can go, and this one is just about ready too.” &n...