He normally loved the peace and quiet of driving. Today the lack of conversation depressed him. He blew out a huge puff of air. They’d had their first argument. But damn it, Dena was so stubborn. While he had to respect her need for closure in her friend’s murder, he wished she’d not do dumb thin...
He’d stayed busy, taken care of the darkroom repairs, put up the window coverings, changed the door locks. It had been easy work for him. “I think I’m done with everything,” he said. She thrust the printed photographs at him with a thunderous look on her face. He took a quick look at the snapshot...
Amy sighed and put down her book. Jake had taken the extra blankets from the closet, folded up the quilt off the bed, and made himself a sleeping bag on the floor. He was so damn private, too, and uptight as all hell. He’d locked himself in the bathroom to change his shirt before going to dinner....