Something was wrong. She was clumsy and the fingers of her free hand were twitching. Out of the corner of his eye, Rock saw a muscle in Tate’s jaw tic. Tate was realizing the same thing as Rock. Sol had drugged Lani. “Damn the signal,” Rock said beneath his breath to Tate. “Go.” Tate whipped out ...
Keely wished for relief, but short of a dip upstream in Canyon Creek, which being mountain fed always felt cool, nothing could be done. She couldn't wade in town—too many prying, lascivious male eyes, too polluted with privy waste. And since the incident, she dared not wander anywhere. McCullough...