“Good morning all,” she said as she hurried. “Good morning to you,” Grace replied. “Don’t you look pretty today.” “Oh, thank-you, Grace. You’re a dear. You look spiffy yourself. Love that green.” Jimmy looked at the outfit Grace wore. And he agreed with his mother. She wore a plain white pa...
They lived in the penthouse of Reno’s PaLargio Hotel and Casino, and she knew he could very well be back downstairs handling some new crisis at the casino, but she doubted it. Without bothering to turn on the monitors that now populated their bedroom, to confirm her suspicions, she decided to go...
When she looked out of the window and saw Frank Rotelli jump from his BMW convertible and hurry towards the porch of her small house, she gave an audible sigh. She didn’t know why, Frank was one of the nicest guys around, a successful corporate accountant who volunteered so much of his time...
the reporter asked. Dutch and Max stopped in their tracks, causing the others to stop too. Dutch glanced at Max. Max shrugged. Then Dutch walked back toward the press corps. As soon as he did, the reporter clarified his question. “Your wife’s brother, sir, has had his death sentence comm...
Trina yel ed to the cook as she hurried into the kitchen at Boyzie’s, a busy strip joint, to grab her next orders. “You stil waiting, she’s stil waiting, he’s stil waiting.” Louie stood at the gril behind the order pickup counter flipping burgers, tossing spice into his fast-boiling sauce pot, mu...
He smiled. Grabbed one of her African braids and twisted it around his finger. Thought about all of the negative mail and press she received and wondered how in the world could anybody not like Regina Harber? She was feisty. Yes, she had more fight in her finger than most ...
Vito said dismissively. “What’s love? I don’t think that ruthless son-of-a-bitch Reno Gabrini is capable of love.” “He’s capable,” Marcy said with confidence. “And he did love me once,” she added. Stil does, she was also convinced, just as she was equaly convinced about her own hatred for him, ha...
he yelled over the newsroom intercom. “How did you know I was here?” she asked as soon as she entered his office. There was only a skeleton crew of reporters in the office, compared to the usual busy city room on weekdays, and Nikki was the top of the heap amongst the available crew. “Close the ...
“Wes Logan--” “Who’s Wes Logan?” “He’s Jed Brightman’s chief of staff and one of Liz’s confidants. He sent a note sta ng that Liz was his guest in town and had some intel for me. So I went to her hotel room. We hugged, greeted each other, it seemed as it always was with the two of us. Un ll I tur...
“Where were you?” she asked him. “Todd’s party, remember? Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” He kissed her, on her small, almost invisible scratch, and looked into her eyes. She looked up at him, anxious for an answer, an answer she knew he wasn’t about to give. “What happened?” he asked. Nikki rubbed...
of Charles’s. But what about tomorrow? It couldn’t wait until Charles returned. She had to deal with this now. People were funny. You give them an inch, they actually did want to take a mile. And she wasn’t about to be that kind of manager. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Sh...
Cooper said as he upturned another glass of beer. They were in a back booth at the Pointe, with Cooper seated on one side and Jimmy Mack and Ashley on the seat on the opposite side. Cooper had his feet up on the table. “She said she’ll be here,” Jimmy Mack said. “She’ll be here.” “This is turn...
They wanted al of the lurid details, they both had told her, as if she was lying; as if she had to know more than what she’d already relayed. But she didn’t know a thing more, she thought, as her BMW sat idly in the thick of Chicago’s noonday traffic. Her closest friend, Macy, lived and worked in...
But that didn’t mean this was easy. It wasn’t. It didn’t mean Charles was the personification of cool. He wasn’t. He could not recall the last time he felt this unhinged. He was anxious as hell as he waited for them to bring in a father he had not seen, nor wanted to see, in nearly thirty-si...
Tommy watched as her eyes went from mild amusement, to sustained shock, and then, finally, to joy. She was overjoyed. The Hope Diamond, her eyes seemed to suggest, could not have been more beautiful. She looked back up at Tommy. She had such a loving look in her big brown eyes that it made hi...
“Do we have to?” he said. She laughed. “Yes, we have to!” “Hopefully Sal hasn’t been too hard on them.” “Harder than you? Not a chance.” “What do you mean? I’m a softie.” “Yeah, right,” Grace said with laughter. “Believe that if you want!” Tommy laughed too. “Have a good day.” “You too, baby...