It was late afternoon when the knock came. Jack had just finished sanding down a thick walnut slab…
Tyrone’s downtown office sat high above the city—sleek, masculine, steel-gray and obsidian décor. The windows ran from floor to…
The house had gone still. Maddie stood barefoot at the threshold of Cole’s wing, her white robe barely…
Katie was in a precarious position, her backside up in the air as she strained to reach the…
The early evening sun filtered through the tall pines surrounding Jack Johnson’s remote cabin, casting long shadows over…