And while the people of Belle Terre no longer worshipped within, the shadowy vestibule still radiated church. Maybe it was the dark wood floors and walls, the ornate candelabras. The stillness, the quiet. “There’s no one here,” I said, looking around. Behind me the door closed, and Dylan crossed ...
My throat burned. “First time?” I nodded. His smile warmed. “Second time’s usually better,” he said, motioning to the bartender. “I’m Cody by the way,” he said. “Grew up south of Dallas, but a lifelong Saints fan. Flew in for the game today.” Eyes still watery, I managed a smile. “I’m Trinity.” “...
Through the crisscross of flashlight beams they all looked at me, as if some massive gauntlet had been hurled at my feet.Probably because it had.Challenge glimmered in Jessica’s eyes, but it ran so much deeper than the mattresses. They were just a prop, everyone else the audience. This was about ...