In the meantime he sucked down orange juice and reviewed his notes. Between hands the previous night he’d been scribbling madly and interviewing players. Now he pondered and framed his actual article. Movement flickered in his peripheral vision and someone sat across the booth from him. It wasn’t...
Male 23 JOSS WAS a pacer from way back. Sitting still made her want to scream. When she was upset, she had to move. Stay away from the window, Bax had told her, so she moved from the bathroom to the bed and back, four steps, turn, four steps, turn. It kept her from going crazy. It kept her from w...
Eli Gardner, the stubby little BRS animation specialist, moved the mouse around as though he were playing one of the video games that occupied his every nonworking hour. First the Portland General logo, then the BRS logo floated up from the bottom of the screen to stay for a moment before dissolv...
The difficulty she had sleeping with anyone in the bed next to her had paled next to the sleepless hours she’d been through the past few nights. It was alarming how great a vacuum Shay had left behind. It wasn’t just the sex—she missed laughing with him, saving up things to tell him, talking shop...
Anyone home?” Cady walked in the door of her parents’ house, on the back side of the Compass Rose property. The slate-blue Cape Cod had been built by her grandfather Malcolm right after he’d taken over the inn. It had allowed his family—and her own—to be immediately accessible to the inn without ...