She’d asked about Cubby. How long had he known him? And then that peculiar remark about cream in his coffee. He arrived home, parked his car in the alley and took the stairs up to his apartment. “Got to do something,” he muttered as he headed for the kitchen, struggling out of his jacket. Five mi...
As he started to walk back to the store, he took a deep, appreciative breath. It was a beautiful Monday morning, and spring couldn’t be far off, as there was a definite lift to the air. Unfortunately, it was fast intermingling with exhaust fumes, but that was the price one paid for being in this ...
She was turning away, bitterly disappointed, when she heard his voice. “Maggie, Maggie!” Whirling around, she saw him jump from the train. “Fell asleep,” he explained, taking her in his arms and giving her a fierce hug. “God, it’s good to see you.” “I’ve so much to tell yo...
“Okay! Up,” she said, prodding him. “It’s Sunday,” Nat groaned. “I always sleep in on Sunday.” “Not this Sunday, you don’t,” she replied, giving him an extra push. “I warned you last night that my family’s coming for lunch today and I’ve things to d...