Spots of high color marked her cheekbones and her breath had more than a little hitch to it. As she got undressed, she tried to tell herself those symptoms had nothing to do with Mr. Cranston grabbing her arms the way he did, or the wild, mossy-stone depths of his eyes close up, or the way his co...
Amber stuck her head into her boss’s office and almost turned and ran. Ray Ferris lounged in one of the two sleek upholstered chairs facing Saundra’s desk. The older woman pointed toward the other chair. “Yes, Amber. Have a seat.” A jumble of anxious chatter whirled through Amber’s head. Her chee...