The numbness and slow brain function were a godsend. I was tired of thinking. Tired of feeling. “Hey, baby.” A blond frat boy with a goatee and popped collar placed his hand on the bar, caging me in. “Why don’t I buy you another and you can tell me if the carpet matches th...
The meeting with Jes Frolos was tomorrow. Leo had spent all day taking me around London, showing me everything. I hadn’t thought about the scandal, attorney general, or any of the mess back home for the last twenty-four hours, and it was a comfort to my overly stressed brain. &n...
Abby McAdams, a local accountant who also happened to be the daughter of the Fire Chief, said and leaned into Tate. She ran her finger along her pearl necklace and titled her head to the side as if examining Tate. “Well, I appreciate that, Abby.” Tate smiled, wanting to mention for the millionth...
Jen Randall asked, tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear. “I’m going to need a few more of these”—Annabelle Thompson wiggled her longneck beer—“before that happens.” It had been a busy week but a good one. It had taken seven years of saving, p...