As an employee back in Austin, he’d been exempt from this hand-shaking, ass-kissing thing. Why had he assumed he could open his garage’s doors, hunker down inside and play with his cars like a four-year-old with his Hot Wheels?It took money to buy cars. It took business to get money. So here he w...
But when Roxanne rolled over, her drug of choice was no longer in her bed. A place inside her chest squeezed tight and she breathed deep to loosen it. She had more important things to worry about this morning—like a three-tiered Victorian wedding cake of a house—than why he’d left her bed. Moonin...
He was convinced something was fishy about the sheriff and his cousin showing up the night of her first break-in. But the more she thought about it, the less she believed the Skillet’s owner had the sophisticated planning skills needed to poison her customers. But she knew someone who would do an...