The private jet touched down just before sunrise. Tyrone Dominian stepped off the aircraft like a returning king….
The light through the cabin windows was golden and soft, filtering through the trees and spilling across the…
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug…
The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to…
It was late afternoon when the heat broke. The thick clouds that had been sitting heavy over the…