Placing Gayle’s limp body in one of the chairs, he held her steady with one hand while he dumped her purse out on the table. There! Grabbing the chirping phone, he flipped it open and took the call. “Hello. Gayle can’t come to the phone right now.” There was a moment of silence, followed by a wom...
He shouldn’t tease her, not when she was so obviously distressed over what she perceived as a fatal flaw in her character. But he seemed unable to convince her that, far from hurting him, she’d helped him. Maybe his words couldn’t convince her. But he could show her. Gliding his fingertips in sof...