In no rush to eat, they found themselves strolling along Brook Street in the West End of town. Gavin told her Rourke’s townhouse was nearby in Hanover Square. “That’s not Rourke’s, is it?” She paused to point to the Palladian façade of a large red brick mansion. Gavin smiled. Seeing the city thro...
Stefanie said from behind her kitchen counter as Nick carried in the last of what he’d begun thinking of as her “food luggage.” “I hope you weren’t bored.” “Not at all,” he said sincerely, setting the stack of thermal sleeves on the granite top and trying not to think abou...
Recalling Dickens’s text—the slender volume had started out as a ghost story after all—Starr steeled herself. She had a pretty good idea of how this last visit would go—grim, definitely grim. She opened her eyes and looked around. They were in Manhattan still, on the Upper...