Bill grumbled. Del Westlake glanced up from his newspaper. Over the top of his dad’s e-reader, Del could just make out Bill’s beetled eyebrows and scowl. His skin still looked pale against the white hospital sheets, but the return of his normal grouchy temperament was a go...
She kept her eyes cracked open to narrow slits, tried to analyze the cause of this strange, unsettling sensation—other than being completely naked and sprawled over a man who was also completely naked. She wriggled her toes, flexed her back a little, and adjusted her cheek...
Point made—she was no coward. Quitting because panic nipped at her heels was unacceptable. If she left the cage when West ordered, she’d find it twice as hard to go back in next time. And really—a police diver losing it because of a big, dumb shark that couldn’t even get to her? She confronted mo...
Glen lurched upright, his feet tangling with the bed sheet twisted around his ankles. Music blasted through his bedroom walls as if they were paper thin. Really awful music. Music that seemed to involve a hellish combination of violins, guitars and ...
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If the Shetland pony wasn’t the star attraction as “Rudolph” at the Christmas party, Kip would’ve suggested to Del and Shaye that they make Dudley an addition to Due South’s menu. West held the pony’s lead rope at the bottom of the hill below Shaye’s house, while he and Ki...