March smiled at Allen, who sat slumped and gloomy at the breakfast table. “Miss Onslowe, you must be my advocate here.” “Please do stay, Mr. Pendale,” Clarissa said. She licked pineapple juice from her fingers. What luxury, pineapple for breakfast—every day, if she wished it. “My father expects m...
HARRY SAID. I unwound my scarf; it was a bitterly cold, windy day, and the scarf wasn’t entirely to make a fashion statement. This restaurant wasn’t the sort of place I normally came to, full of tanned people wearing ski-lift labels on their expensive jackets. The décor was vaguely Zen, a few fou...
She half imagined a faint odor of blood, even a scent of Luke himself, rose from the garment. She glanced down in distaste at the gown she had changed into, a modest striped cotton day dress that was once a favorite but now seemed dull and unbecoming. But it was not only a desire for finery that ...
“What the fuck—” Mike Temple made a grab for the remote and sank back into his squalid nest of blankets on the sofa. A beer can fell out and rolled onto the floor. “Can’t you get off your arse? Look at you!” Rob gestured at the sofa, the coffee table littered with beer can...
She pulled the sheets over her head and feigned sleep as Cassandra stirred and stretched, the bed creaking. “Oh,” Cassandra said, a long sigh of sleepy reluctance. “Are you awake, Jane?” She made a slight noise into the pillow. &nb...