A tall dark-haired woman in her thirties, she wore a worried frown on her thin face as she sought Stryker’s eyes. “That was fast,” she said as she held the screen door open for them. Stryker made introductions. Lydia graciously offered them both something to drink. Holly accepted the glass of wat...
Just as she’d decided to give in to his cheerfulness, Tom Weatherby walked in. Sam frowned. Tom stopped dead in his tracks, concerned at his expression. “Is Gridlock okay?” Jade tossed Sam a quelling look and answered for him, “He’s resting comforta...
He stopped kissing her but she moved not a muscle. Riveted to the bench, she struggled to open her eyes. When she finally succeeded, there was an odd mist around the edges of her vision. She blinked a few times to clear it away, but to no avail. Again, she caught his scent and completely forgot h...