I reached the sidewalk and was locking the door to the museum when a woman cleared her throat behind me. Startled, I turned. She dressed like my mother—expensively—in a cabernet-colored suit, pearls, and two-inch heels. Maybe that was why I felt a p...
The ringing of her cell phone jerked her from the dream. Morning sun slanted through the curtained windows. She lay pressed against Donovan, his body hot beneath the down comforters. She hurried into the living area, shutting the door behind her, and the dog bounded to her. Snatching the phone of...