Before they reached Pumpkin Knob, she’d slumped all the way forward, giving in to exhaustion. He’d nudged her awake once, but she’d blearily muttered something unintelligible and nodded off again. Since she was strapped into the kayak with her paddle stowed and wasn’t in an uncomfortable position...
As excited as she was for her birthday trip, she’d never flown in a helicopter, and visions of being trapped in one of those tiny tourist bubbles that often hovered over Casco Bay brought out the claustrophobic in her. But Cole Rogers’s four-passenger helicopter was no miniature chopper. It was a...
When she left Vegas on Saturday, she knew she had the better part of forty-eight hours of Julian to look forward to. Even though they’d packed a lot of living into their weekend together, now that it was almost over it seemed to have passed in an instant. As Julian drove her to the San Jose...
Fortunately, Morgan and Sabrina would be over soon to help her with the heavy work. Despite downing a shot of Florence’s scotch as soon as she got home last night, she’d hardly slept. She’d lain there with her eyes clamped shut, her stomach tight, and her mind whipsawing b...
Poushinsky had arched an eyebrow when Amy asked him to drive to Bartow. As neurotic as it made her seem, she usually did all the driving because she hated putting her fate in the hands of another driver. Thankfully, Poushinsky didn’t interrogate her about her uncharacteristic behavior, for whic...