She felt disoriented for a moment, but then realized where she was. She’d been sitting up, waiting for Tag to come home, but must have dozed off. The book she’d been reading lay open in her lap, and her small living room was lit only by the reading lamp behind her chair, which she’d turned on as ...
“Maybe we’d better just leave the car here and walk.”“Nope. I want it near the house.” Bronski opened the trunk of his car and took out a large set of chain cutters. “These should do the trick.” A moment later the chain, its end link neatly severed, lay on the asphalt, leaving the drive clear. Th...
Across from him, Diana stared at her nearly full plate, then met his eyes. She smiled thinly.“I guess I wasn’t hungry after all.”“Not hungry, or can’t eat?”“Is there a difference?”Bill nodded. “Diana, what’s going on out at your house? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s happening.”“What make...
There seemed to be so many of them, now that they had been taken out of the cupboard, that she couldn’t decide whether to pack them in a box to be taken to Clark’s Harbor or to haul them down to the large storeroom in the basement where most of their personal effects were going to be stored while...
"Have to run," she announced. "If the sunset's any good at all tonight, I'll be coming home with an offer. When the clients ask to see a house at night, you know you've almost got them. And this is a tough one—it's practically a tear-down, and it's six million." "Go get 'em," Conrad said, squeezi...
When will I ever learn?When I’m patient—when I’m in control—things happen exactly as they are supposed to happen.Even magic happens.Things fall into place seemingly without any effort on my part at all.But when I’m impulsive—and today I was impulsive—disasters happen.I barely escaped one this aft...
It seemed to her, as she went over it for the fourth time, that it must have been intended as more than a simple storage and workroom—the windows overlooking the ocean were too carefully spaced; the floor, its oak planks barely worn after a century of use, too well laid; and its proportions too p...
She’d seen it before, of course, even admired it. It had been so perfectly designed for its environment that it almost looked like an outgrowth of the landscape itself. But now it seemed to have changed, taking on the appearance of an animal crouching in the undergrowth, awaiting its prey. But th...
WAS I RIGHT? AREN’T YOU JUST LOVING YOUR house?” Joni Fletcher asked, fixing Myra Sullivan with a look of such utter triumph that Myra half wished she hadn’t agreed to have lunch with her sister. “I’m telling you,” Joni plunged on, “it was an absolute steal!” The dining ro...