No ticking of fingers on keyboards, no huffing and snorting from Dory’s jealous nose. No reassuring timbre of Norman’s gentle voice on the phone or over Mazie’s shoulder. Dory had taken the afternoon off — thank God for small mercies — and Norman was at a client meeting. The phone receiver was co...
It used to be just a lame cliché. Another pile of crap that his mother spewed on a daily basis. Two-peas-in-a-pod kind of crap. Like biscuits and butter. Mutt and Jeff, Frick and Frack, Thing One and Thing Two. Her bullshit knew no bounds. But partners in crime came true. After their stint in juv...
Hyper-aware of his presence, she did everything she could to keep her distance. Finn scooted behind her and reached for the fridge door. His leg brushed her dress, shifting it around her rear before the hem settled at the back of her knees. He reached over her shoulder and plucked a bulb of garl...
She closed her eyes and pretended her daughter was there with her. Almost five years had passed since they curled up here together. Caraleen would sing softly into August’s ear and stroke her daughter’s temple. She would bury her nose into August’s soft blonde hair and inh...