Brighton said, her voice small and faraway. Alex pulled her closer as fear-filled tears dampened the sheets. “She went to the doctor. They had to take a biopsy, and now she’s waiting.” “They say that’s the worst part.” She nodded against his chest. “How’s she holding up?” “That’s the thing; she’s...
Trace lay beside her, tangled in the sheets. The cabin was quiet; they’d danced and drank into the early hours, but it was already afternoon on New Year’s Day. Baskia wondered if her brother and Mellie were still asleep downstairs. Had Wes made it home? What about the Manhattan crew? She’d wonder...