She knocked them onto the floor. “I eat off that.” “Really?” He closed the magazine and lobbed it toward a pile stacked for recycling next to the sink. “I generally use a plate myself. Still, it takes all sorts and Mam always said a bit of dirt never hurt.” He leaned forward to brush off some dry...
She was still in her dressing gown which, contrary to her image, was decorated with paw prints. “Do you know what time it is?” she asked when she wrenched open the door. “Seven-fifteen.” White walked into her house as if he owned it. “I need to ask you a few questions.” “If you must.” Meinwen yaw...
There was no trace of the butch in the downstairs area. Felicia bought water from the bar and took a long pull from the plastic bottle, letting it hang off her first two fingers, her thumb over the open neck to prevent anyone slipping in a roofie. She trod lightly upstairs, weaving past the men u...
“Right. I should go, I suppose. There’s a lentil bake in my freezer waiting for me to come home.” “You too, eh?” He grinned. “Not that I’d ever hunt lentils, you understand. Take away pizza is more my style.” “I couldn’t. I’d be a blob by the end of the week. Steve McQueen would have to come and ...