That’s what Sterling is here for?” Molly stared at Michael as they sat in front of the fireplace in the den. He had laid a small fire and it was just warm enough to make her feel toasty where she sat curled up on one of the couches. “Seems a bit insidious, doesn’t it?” Michael smiled in that croo...
The water in the harbor was so calm that every boat left a wake like a knife-edge, and the ocean beyond rose and fell in a lazy swell. The damp, still air seemed dense, and Molly’s hair was a heavy curtain on the back of her neck. She and Michael grabbed the last two parking places behind the old...