For starters, she was mad at Sterling. Why couldn't he have just sent James, the Matthew family lawyer, to tell her about the will? Why couldn't he have slipped it into her mailbox? There were a dozen other options he could have chosen that would have prevented Lucy from ending up with Sterling i...
Suzanne reached over his arm and turned the key around. "You've got it backwards," she said. The skin on his hand tingled where she brushed it. If only his brain was as alert as his skin, he thought. They'd shared a bottle of wine—a big, dark cabern...
Gracious old maples shaded the front lawn, their canopies ablaze with the red and orange leaves of autumn. One good thunderstorm and they'd all be gone, blown off toward the low mountain ridge in the distance, Marie thought sadly as she pulled her car into the curving driv...