Griffin said, pulling out his old soldier’s vest from the back of the closet and tossing it on the bed, “so don’t even think about calling me ‘sir.’”David scowled from where he leaned a hip against the blond wood dresser. With a hand scraping through his hair, he turned his head to look out the l...
The lunch with Cat and Tom Bridger could not have gone more perfectly. She’d been gracious and lovely. Engaging. Bridger had taken to her immediately, just as Michael had wanted. The two of them had blabbed on and on about art and film, and even though Michael had been bored to tears, he let them...
When she closed her eyes, the small, clean space retained Reed’s image like pencil marks that clung to a piece of paper even after the drawing had been erased.He’d told her once, during the night after their joint shower, as he’d folded her against his body, that he always traveled lightly for a ...
She was beginning to think she’d never be dry again. The rain had steadily increased over the past few hours. Lightning continued to flash in the west, the echo of thunder coming at quicker and quicker responses. If she didn’t find cover soon, she’d be caught out in the middle of nowhere in a lig...
His gloved hands moved just a fraction down the rope, his grip tightening, pulling. His body was nearly parallel to the ground, and every muscle screamed in its tautness, but he hadn’t felt this energized in weeks. On the other end of the rope, over the red flag tied in th...
The second floor window overlooked a parking lot near Stamford, Connecticut, off I-95. Beyond that lay one hell of a challenge. How much had changed in his life in the last twenty-four hours. Most of it not good. His phone ju...