Seeing Greg Baxter’s name on the cover filled him with bile. The little shit would be loving this. Ten years his junior, Baxter was the spitting image of himself—young, ruthless and hungry for success. Did that bastard think I wouldn’t find out? Baxter had been playing politics. He didn’t wan...
Hayden hoped they looked like a couple of students late for a class and not two people fleeing an assault on a college professor. What had they just done? He couldn’t lie to himself. If Eskdale pressed charges, it was assault. No two ways about it. He’d been willing to beat the answers from the m...
“Thank you, Janice.” Troy rose to meet his patient. “Doctor Gareth Troy, Ms. Bartholomew.” The young woman tottered over to Troy like she was wearing spiked heels. But she wasn’t. She was wearing sensible flats. Troy took her hand and shook it. “Take a seat, Ms. Bartholomew.” “Carole, please...