Noon rolled around before Hazel made herself pick at what was left of the BLTs. Her appetite remained elusive. No matter how faithfully she tried to devote herself to Days of Our Lives reruns, she couldn’t stop replaying Dylan’s parting shot in her head. It spun in and out of focus like a screech...
Ward came home late, cell phone practically glued to his ear. He waved at Hazel and Dylan from the entryway before trudging up the spiral cast iron stairs and closing his bedroom door. The sound of his muffled ‘yes’s and ‘no’s cut off abruptly. Hazel squirmed in her seat. “Is…everything okay?” Be...
She gripped the pole with one hand and swung in a lazy arc, parting her knees suggestively on the descent. Beads dangled from her thong, caressing her thighs and catching on the hollows of her hips. Anything to draw the eye. She dug her fingernails into the steel in an effort to resist smoothing ...
Picking Dylan’s brain had struck her as an admission of stupidity before, but succeeding at this night school thing was all she had going anymore. She figured she might as well do it right. She was the first inside the classroom that night and the last to rise when they were finally released from...
Marten guided her with a hand on her back, but a sixth sense told Jackie that he wasn’t faring any better. “Jackie, hi!” beamed Clara, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle on her pencil skirt. “And this must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about. Lovely to meet you...
From the stairwell, he counted about five silhouettes moving to and from the stove, setting out plates and brewing coffee. The hum of voices was all but absent, which left Asher to wonder at nearly half a dozen women working in such regimented silence. His stomach growled, putting paid to any not...