Dar jumped back from the spray of the water hose. Jocelyn had been ordering him around all morning, asking him to rearrange plants and flowers, and reposition furniture on the front porch. She acted like she owned the place. “I’m not acting like a drill sergeant, Dar. I ju...
SUV in park as they sat outside the wrought iron gate of Ben Adam’s ranch. Make that Rachel’s ranch. Rustic pipe fencing framed the perimeter of the property, the half mile drive up to the limestone and rock house lined with oil barrels. The black b...