Erin Harrison gripped the steering wheel and leaned forward to peer into the relentless snow bombarding her poor car. Not that it helped one iota. She could barely make out the road in front of her. The tire marks, illuminated by her headlights, were quickly filling with the horrid white stuff. W...
Maggie looked up from where she sat on Spencer’s sofa, laptop resting on her knees. He stood with the fridge open, peering at her over the door. “Sure, a bottle of water if there’s any left. Thanks.” She smiled then turned back to the spreadsheets before her. It was technically her day off, but s...
Her feet rested in Will’s lap as he watched a ball game on TV. He absently rubbed her ankle. She picked up the book resting on her belly. And stared at the page, unable to focus on a single word. Her friends were on their way over—for dinner and movies. Just a lazy day at home. She should be cont...