Silva waited at the bottom, looking very aristocratic in a white dinner jacket and black bow tie. “Are you pleased?” she asked, reaching the last step. He looked her up and down then frowned. “What’s wrong? Should I change?” The white satin dress fit perfectly. Hugged her body and flowed fluidly ...
Honey headed for her car to drop her gear and get a change of clothes. The course was challenging enough. It took the men through a wooded hilly area, across three knee-deep watercourses, two natural creeks and one man-made with a swing over. And, of course, the ever-present fifteen-foot wall cli...
In the empty locker room Hunter hastily changed, collected his gear then ran to join the knot of men waiting outside for their ride to the tarmac. He’d left Celia’s, pushed the truck into triple digits and gratefully hadn’t encountered the local authorities. Still he was late. He was never late. ...