Hope. Thomas. Three days since he’d pressed his body to hers as they ducked into a closet to avoid deadly assassins. It was so delicious as to be absurd. Three days since he’d pressed that last kiss into her cheek, searing her flesh with his eager, ...
“I cannot make sense of it, Mr. Lake,” she said. “Why were those men hired, if not to steal the diamond? Why waste hundreds of pounds on acrobats, just to have them shoot up Mr. Hope’s ceiling?” Her thoughts throbbed in her head, racing and tangling and tripping over one a...
She listened; not a sound.She snuck out into the hall, wincing as she stubbed her toe on a sinisterly placed chair. Hopping to her brother’s door, she ducked to peek inside the keyhole.The room was dim, lit by a pair of candelabra.And it was empty. No doubt William was out somewhere peeling off V...
A semicircle of chairs is set up in the center of the stage. We sit. My fingers find the strings, moving over them with mindless ease as I tune the guitar. Since this is just practice, the guys and I aren’t plugged into any amplifiers or speakers; we’re one-hundred-percent acoustic this afternoon...