The Last Goodbye (The Women Of Independence) - Plot & Excerpts
She exhaled slowly, feeling the tension drain from her body. Unsure of her destination, she started to walk, enjoying the still night air. A bird flew overhead and she watched it with a smile, recognizing the white wing bars and short, nasal call of a Nighthawk. The birds weren’t often seen during the day, preferring to come out at dusk to catch bugs for their offspring. There was a perfect spot at the far end of the lake where she could watch them jink and dive over the surface of the water and she headed there, pushing thoughts of Grayson to the back corners of her mind. But they wouldn’t stay there. Not surprising, when her body still thrummed with the memory of his kiss. A kiss that she’d asked for, and a kiss to which she could so easily become addicted. With a sigh she settled on the bench and pulled up her feet, clasping her arms around her bent legs and resting her chin on her knees. She was being irrational, which was more than a little disturbing. Back when she first started her business, she discovered that she possessed a skill she hadn’t been aware of...
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