Libby stomped the brakes as hard as she could. The tires squealed and the Jeep lurched to a dramatic halt. She flew forward but the seat belt kept her from barreling into the steering wheel. A mere inch from her bumper stood a dark-haired guy, his hands fanned outward and eyes wide with shock. Li...
The haste produced an error message. “Password unrecognized. Pfft. Why don’t they just say ‘slow down, eager beaver’?” She scooted to the edge of the chair when her name popped in the users-list. Mr. Right had sent an email asking her to join him in chat around nine. She glanced at the corner of ...