It was just over eight weeks since her ex-boyfriend had beaten her in to a coma, six weeks since she had come out of it, and she was still grateful that the damage wasn’t anywhere near as bad as it could have been. The right side of her lower body had been almost totally u...
What the hell? Why am I lying down in Jax’s office? “Baby? You awake?” Startled, she lifted her head. “Jax?” Then she saw his face in the dim light: it was bruised, his one eye was badly swollen, his lip split. She gasped. “Jax! What happened to you...
He looked around, checked that all the windows were closed and locked. He went in to his office to grab his jacket and he heard the door open, heard heavy footsteps on the wooden floor. He went back in to the café. “I’m sorry,” he said politely. “But we’re clo-” &nbs...
Thank Christ she’d gotten through another shift with Diana Keeler drunk off her face and being impossible to work with. The night before, Diana had barricaded herself in her bedroom and spent hours on social media, tagging herself in endless photos, changing her privacy settings to show her locat...
“Aidan called you too, huh?” King said. “Yep. Let’s go, man.” Without a word, King followed him down the hall to the crash rooms. He paused at the door of Number Two, took in the scene: the smashed door, a man sitting in a chair with a glowering Cur...
Yeah, she’d only looked at it two minutes earlier, so it was a silly, futile thing to do, but she did it anyway. It was an oddly soothing gesture, despite its pointlessness. She took a deep breath, reminded herself that Tony would be back from the bank soon, and no doubt a...
He turned, heart pounding, to look at Reena. Oh, Christ, no. Another nightmare. He reached out to her, gently touched her shoulder. “Reena? Sugar, you awake?” She jerked away from him, rolled over, her eyes closed tight. Mitc...