Let’s sit on the deck,’ Naomi said. Rennie pulled her face away from the other end of the room and eyed the view through the windows as though she’d forgotten it was there. The lake was still and flat, the calm after a breezy afternoon. She knew nothing about sailing, didn...
The ceiling above him swam into focus and he ran a hand across his damp forehead. Christ, when was he going to stop hearing them? He let his hand drop onto the back of the lounge and readjusted himself awkwardly around the throw cushions. Behind him, little feet pattered down the hallway and a se...
Come in.’ Elizabeth Jennings stood back to let Carly through the door. She’d left an invitation for afternoon tea in Carly’s letterbox two days ago. The eggshell blue stationery and formal wording had made Carly smile, then spend an hour drafting a reply that didn’t sound like an RSVP from a Jane...
It was tricky and the questions depended on the answers she was hoping to get. She’d caught a politician in a big lie once – kudos for her, embarrassing for him. But this wasn’t an interview. It was personal, more than likely hurtful. Don’t let Kate know what you’re thinking, she told herself, or...
Not the bruising this time but a hangover. She felt better than she should, though. Safety was the best painkiller she’d had all week. ‘He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed,’ Rachel said through the phone speaker. She sounded different this morning, less sensibly cop-lik...