A Woman’s Touch 8. A Woman’s Touch Jack opened the door to Moonstones, the New Age shop, and felt immediately transported in time, back to the West Coast in the seventies and his very brief hippy days. Actually, it was just that one summer if he was being completely honest. Ah, youth … But nothin...
“Maybe when we stop at the next station. Make it casual. Ask a few questions.” Annie chewed her lower lip. A physical reminder that for once in her life, she wasn’t sure how to handle something. This wasn’t like her. ...
“Hold on!” his savior repeated unnecessarily. Then, despite the roar of the motor, Raine could hear a new sound: the ricochet of bullets hitting the body of the vehicle. And still the buggy barreled on, and the barrier still lay dead ahead, ready to rip into the tires, chassis … and passengers of...
A Small Break-in 12. A Small Break-in Sarah took the last bite of her mille-feuille, a few stray flakes escaping which — being so incredibly tasty — she rescued from the plate. “These are … so good,” Jack said. “That’s my calorie count for the week. But yes. The pastries here are amazing.” “Not a...