One. Single. Night. But the girl who lived upstairs seemed intent on tormenting him. She was playing that god-awful electronic music again. The throbbing, thumping base rattled his brain and left him wincing. At least she wasn't exercising. Those midnight cardio circuits she did drove him insane....
"Get us a table?" "Sure." I turned to the side to avoid being whacked by a tall and impeccably dressed man carrying a briefcase. The downtown finance and energy crowd seemed to have descended upon the restaurant for their popular lunch service. Ten's suggestion that we go elsewhere seemed terribl...
Conducting a spur of the moment inventory on thousands of items in our storeroom? It wasn't exactly the way I had wanted to spend my Monday, but an overnight break-in and burglary had pretty much scuttled my plans. "Hey, Abby?" Mark, one of my brokers, poked his head into the backroom. "One of ou...
He loomed in the doorway of the living room. Arms crossed, he glared down at me. So much for sneaking back into the house… "Out," I said, deliberately vague. "Why?" "It's two in the morning, Allie. Your curfew is midnight." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Rex? I'm eighteen. I'm in college. I don't ...
The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of t...
The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of t...
The bakery had closed almost an hour earlier and the street was mostly quiet. Marco and Adam climbed out of the front seat more slowly. Together, we rolled the empty trays into the back room to be cleaned and tossed the bagged garbage into the dumpster. I stayed behind to do a walk-through of the...
The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of t...