“I so want to live in this place. You guys find anything? Oh.” Dru had already stepped back away from Greyson by the time Rane’s loaded “Oh” echoed through the vast central room. But it was too late. Rane slid down the length of the banister, corksc...
She could feel the frosty touch of her own fingers through the fabric of her shirt. Behind her, on the rooftop bench, low voices chatted. The stench of cigarette smoke choked the air. Below her, the endless crawl of downtown traffic slid past. Cars and trucks stayed inside the orderly lines paint...