Only the sun streaming through the windows wasn’t an early-morning sun and he was the only one in the bed. The chickens were up and so was Farmer Max. He found his clothes and padded through the living room and dining room into the kitchen for some coffee. The worn wooden ...
Anything strenuous in the next couple weeks might kill her recovery and make the one-hundred miler an impossibility. Sitting around wondering about the paparazzi was doing her no good, either. Ruby got up off the couch and walked stiffly to the dining room and her laptop. ...
There was something different about her stride as she walked across the plaza. She walked taller, maybe. Shoulders back and pointed chin held high in the air. “Karen doing okay?” he asked when she got close enough to hear him. “She went home this morning. I’m all alone in the condo.” Was that fli...
Technically, her week wasn’t almost over. She still had Friday to get through, and the Taste-of-Poland Polish businesswomen’s booth to staff on Saturday, but she was nearly at the week’s symbolic end. And Monday was Labor Day, so the studio was closed and she had an actual two-day weekend. ...
as she walked to the bar. Her face was flush from the heat of the kitchen, but her flamboyant hair was all tucked under her white bandanna. Too bad, he’d been looking forward to seeing that hair for two days. “Not too salty for you?” she asked, a hand on her hip and eyebro...