The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city…
The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack…
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…