Right Now Just what had she felt last night? Twice. Casey looked over her shoulder. The women at the table were trying to seem involved in table conversation, but she knew every ear was tuned to Mason’s question. And her answer. A shiver of panic slithered down her spine. Palms damp with swea...
A chicken-shaped mailbox appeared a few hundred yards down the road, and she slowed, took a deep breath, and turned into the driveway.No cars waited inside the open garage door. Damn, he wasn’t home.But, no, there were a few lights burning in the deepening dusk. Maybe he’d run out for groceries? ...
She stopped outside yet another trendy gallery in Viejo Vallarta and Santiago sighed. In the last two hours she’d dragged him from the mercados of Rio Cuale, buying at least a truckload of colorful Mexican blankets and fluffy pillows, enough fresh linens to make up every bed in the villa three ti...