My second thought was that judging by the décor, she lived in a brothel. By the time I sat up and actually had a coherent thought, I was staring straight at a framed picture of Embers and May which had been strategically placed on the dresser across from me. Right. I hadn’t been kidnapped. This w...
It’s only my third day on the job and I’m running late. Again. And I’m not even worried about my boss. Brett isn’t the type to watch a clock anyway. As long as I’m there in time to hand him a hot cup of his funky herbal tea as soon as his drive to work cup is empty, he’s cool. Ava, on the other h...