To give him a hug, try to ease his pain. Sorrow etched his face. Over and over he reached up and massaged his forehead, staring at the ground, the sky, the mountains in the distance, as if he was trying to accept the truth of the matter. Stuart McCabe was dead.He’d died in his sleep. A heart atta...
Hugh said, as I entered the breakfast room the next morning. “Feeling worlds better, I take it?”He was sitting with Andrew and Felix. I saw Andrew glance over the top of the paper, and then he snapped it taut, disappearing behind it again. Felix rose, came over, and kissed me on the cheek. “Well ...
For the life of him, Will couldn’t remember his third duke from his sixth duke of Northumberland. He only knew his host. It rankled—how much was really vital to remember? Surely if he couldn’t remember it, the Kensingtons and Morgans wouldn’t. Was it not much more important to center on those thi...
“So, he accepted the Christ!” “I believe he did,” Alexana smiled. “But my heart tells me to be careful still. I don’t want to find out it was just a passing fancy or that he was caught up in some kind of an emotional high.” She tried to keep her voice light, but her face revealed her depth of fee...
“Tara! What are you doing home?” Julia gave her a warm hug. “I thought I’d sneak into town. I haven’t seen Ben yet—didn’t want to destroy the high of traveling as soon as I hit Oak Harbor. I wanted to get home and go sailing. I’m tired of cars and smog. I want the wind in my face! I cooked up a g...
Bergren @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 17He left without a good-bye, as she suspected he would, with nothing but a note and a wrapped package outside her door.2 June 1883Odessa,Forgive me for departing in silence. I hope you know that if there was a choice, I would m...
Thankfully, she was distracted by the upcoming gathering near Santa Barbara and whipped the entire household into a frenzy of preparation—baking, cooking, washing, mending, sewing. According to the girls, we would all leave early the following morning to arrive late the day after, and there would...
He stood beside the proud iron frigate—the Tempest—just christened from a fine yard in Boston in which Gerald Kenney had a stake. She had been abandoned by her captain once he made it west. It seemed he had obtained a touch of gold fever while rounding the Horn and was heading north to the Alaska...
Daria grieved, grieved as she had not since her own parents died. Armand’s passing, Gianni’s imprisonment, the wedge that death had placed between them and the house of Les Baux—brought up unspent tears over Basilio and Rune, as well as tears of fear over their collective future, her baby’s futur...
The cook took care of meals, but they often cleaned or did wash, not wanting Matt to waste precious time on the mundane. Gradually, Beth got out of bed less and less. When she did, her gait became unsteady and slower by the day. She spent hours reading to Hope or sitting on the porch swing, watch...
He looked over the quarantined Circle M horses in the corral anxiously, studying the tilt of their ears, the way they breathed, any oddities along their mandibles. He entered the corral three times a day to lift their lips, peer into their nostrils, run his hands down the long bones of their jaws...
The charcoal gray skies rumbled, a storm ready to break in minutes. We followed Father Tomas. My family trailed behind, giving us a little space. The hundred men on guard—seventy-five between us and Castello Paratore, twenty-five on the other—notsomuch. Clearly their goal was to make sure we got ...
I winced as they screamed, but I knew none of them would hesitate to kill me…or worse. Blessedly, Cook also sent two maids up with loaves of bread and cold water for each of us to take hurried gulps and bites.I hadn’t even realized I was hungry. Or how tired I was, until I’d stopped for a moment....