It was strange to be near the beach without a sweater. Even during the spring and summer, San Francisco Bay tended to be chilly. The wind threatened to tear off the scarf that covered her hair, but she wasn’t too worried about it. She had a dozen others in her red leather shoulder bag, and this o...
A half-empty water bottle and a muffin sat in front of him. Regina pulled back one of the hard plastic chairs and sat down. He looked up at her absently, his gaze blank, but then he recognized her and smiled. Regina took a long sip of water from the bottle on the table in front of her. She was al...
Wearing a casual pair of white cotton pants and a deep green sweater, with a scarf tying her hair back from her face, Lille stood and watched the waves. He doesn’t love me, she argued in her head, as she had since she’d watched the video yesterday. “Good morning.” John app...
She’d turned the TV on, but was only half watching the news as Nick worked on his laptop. He was wearing reading glasses. God, he was gorgeous. “Roland says that he spoke to your detective,” Nick said. He was reading an email. “Yeah? Did she know an...
Whipping was hard work. Mary stepped inside, closing the door firmly behind her. Lille closed her eyes. She’d known Mary wouldn’t let her get away with not telling, not when she’d heard something was wrong. The chair squeaked...
I kept chewing on my bottom lip and giving it nervous glances. What if he doesn’t like it? This was a dumb idea. Really. Really. Dumb.I’d dressed up in one of my favorite outfits, tight jeans with flared legs and colorful beaded embroidery on the back pockets, a fitted white dress shirt, and high...
