So this was where Cal had lived with his wife. Where he still lived . . . with his memories. Fighting back a wave of melancholy, she slid out of the car and locked it. No self-pity allowed. She had a different kind of garbage to deal with tonight. &...
He was tempted to tell her to let it go, to forget he’d asked about the call. Whatever her problems, he had a feeling she’d done more than her share of suffering already, and he didn’t want to add to her distress. But if she couldn’t trust him after he’d laid his heart bare to her, what future di...
Not that eight o’clock qualified as late-night, but it felt like it. He and Angie had been on the go all day preparing to host their first Thanksgiving dinner as a married couple. She was freaking, and he was beat. What he needed tonight was a quiet, uneventful shift. A su...
She’d dozed on and off through the night, but she’d been wide-awake since five-thirty, waiting for Mark to show up before he went to work. After positioning herself on her side, her back to the door, she’d been surreptitiously checking her watch every couple of minutes. As the door opened, she di...