Scott said to the back of Nate’s head. “That’s very comforting.”“The temperatures have been below freezing but not below zero, so that’s good too.” Nate made a flying leap over a felled tree. “It’s practically the tropics for us.”As Scott could no longer feel any part of the surface of his face, ...
Lexie watched as Fletcher grabbed an oversized backpack by the door and shoved his feet into a pair of heavy-duty boots. He whipped to face her, an unnatural shade of white taking over his face. “What did you just say?” She laughed and leaned on the doorframe, glad to have finally discomposed him...
“Can’t I just tie it in a knot?” “No, Jules. That’s what the poor people did. You’re supposed to make it look all tall and fancy.” Nala reached around and adjusted the stupid thing—a cravat, she called it—until it forced his chin to rise at le...
They all made plans to meet the next day for a last-minute strategy session before the Race. And by strategy session, they meant several pitchers of beer and a lot of trash talk that probably wouldn’t come to fruition. Michael figured he’d have to try to take her aside then. Maybe she’d even wear...
Whitney stood watching Kendra as she opened a box of surgical supplies and stacked them on a storeroom shelf. Normally, this was a task Kendra would leave for the office staff to do—she hadn’t submerged so far into the pit of micromanagement that she had to physically over...
The ancient floral wallpaper provided a perfect backdrop for the Henderson twins, a pair of precocious six-year-olds who lived upstairs with their struggling-for-custody dad. They walked by with a shoebox in their hands, decked out from head to toe in a mismatch of dark colors—none of which were ...
Whitney shook her head as she and Jared pulled in to the hospital parking garage, the pair of them squeezed into the bucket seats of his Ferrari. “It’s like the end of an era.” As part of their agreement with the city of Pleasant Park, he and Whitney put in regular volunte...
“I don’t think you’re doing it right,” she said, her head tilted as she watched. “It looks like that top suitcase will fall off if we go over a bump.” “What are you talking about? This is a solid pyramid.” He finished lashing the last of the suitcases on the trunk-mounted ...
Every last one of them. “Mal—what are you doing?” Livvie hissed. Her friend Mallory, a willowy, dark-skinned beauty she’d known longer than anyone, came into the kitchen with an apology on her face. “He’s supposed to be drowning in a sea of eager pussy by now. It sounds li...