Julie Nichols, founder and president of Valeti Cookies, smiled wide and nodded in approval. “Fantastic stuff. I knew I’d be happy I called you,” she said, tucking a legal pad into a brown leather shoulder bag. Allie led her out into the modest yet expertly decorated reception area. “Please call m...
Gunderson, gave me the full report on everything she and Max had done during my weekend away—the number of times he'd hawked up a hairball, the number of times she'd entertained him with his favorite toy, the laser light. "Katie, dear, I think he needs to have a different ...
Gavin smacked his hand. “Get your own."” Laughing, Tim dipped one in the tiny cup of malt vinegar alongside Gavin's plate. “Sorry, Dad.” Gavin shook his head. “I swear I don't know how Jenna puts up with you.” Tim waggled his eyebrows. “Oh please.” Gavin rolled his eyes. “Not while I'm eating.” T...
Angie was traveling in the other car, making my ride an especially lonely one. Plus, Chris was really making me regret ever confiding in him about what happened that morning. He wouldn’t stop bringing up how awful Angie must’ve felt when the groupie had shown up at my door. &nbs...
You know that, right?” If Ashley had known she wouldn’t get car sick, she would’ve closed her eyes. Marcus was treating the streets of Manhattan like his own personal racetrack. “I don’t think I know anyone who has a car in the city. If they do, they use it for getting out of town, not going to d...
“Have you seen my binders? The ones with the interview schedule?” she asked, peeking behind the cushions of the massive sectional in Adam’s living room. Nothing. Adam was tending the fire, a welcome sight even though the rain had cleared up. “Not the binders again. Can’t y...
Anna would’ve done nearly anything to cultivate a single optimistic thought as she stalked through the LangTel halls to her office. The satisfaction she’d once felt about working here was gone. LangTel was officially embroiled in a battle for survival, against a threat that was impossible to defe...