LOGINCharli's head went back and forth. "No shows. This is real." I smoothed her beautiful hair away from her face. "I think that means there isn't time for any pain medicine." "I-I don't know if I can do this." "Trust me, princess. You can do anything." Her eyes closed. "Doctor, it's so fast. Is it
After the New Year Nox "Dad, are you sure it isn't time for you to go back to London or maybe Savannah?" "You're stuck with us until our grandson arrives," Oren said with a grin. I eyed him up and down. "I do admit, this family-man thing is looking good on you." "I know...I should have tried it
She winked as her cheeks rose. "No need to talk about that anymore, Miss Adelaide. Now, let's go out there to the pool house and watch little miss open her presents. I've been out there. Lord a mighty! Santa definitely made it. I'd say he needed a backup sleigh for all them presents." "Remember, he
Christmas Morning Adelaide "Something smells wonderful," Oren said as we made our way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. "I have your coffee poured, and the calzones are almost ready," Silvia said. "Silvia," I said, taking in the counter filled with sweets. "You always outdo yourself." She
Guilty of murder exercising malice and aforethought. His sentence was for life with no possibility of parole. Over time the association with Montague faded away. Despite my grandfather's antiquated way of thinking, he had built a company that fostered success. As other headlines took precedence, t
Angi tilted her little head. "But when you were little, you lived at Grandma and Grandpa's big house. It doesn't snow there. Did you still get Christmas miracles?" "Baby, you're my miracle." She reached out and laid her small hand on my tummy. "And my baby brother, too?" "That's right." "So Sant
"My help...by you or Lennox...they'd like proof. A flight manifest showing that you, Lennox, and Clayton have left Savannah." Deloris hit rewind and replayed the last sentence. "A flight manifest showing that you, Lennox, and Clayton have left Savannah." Deloris's eyes widened. "Did you hear that?"
"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath as I turned away. "How can I reach you?" "You can’t." “Excuse me?” Deloris asked. "I can’t use my phone right now, and I don’t have access to my email. You can send the flight manifest to altonfitzgerald at montaguecorp dot com.” "What about this number? Can I
Nox The damn pinging of my iPad brought me back to reality. I ran my hand through my hair as I tried to make sense of the sound. It was dark, the middle of the night, yet the sound wouldn't stop. Ping. Ping. I'd finally fallen asleep after a few too many fingers of whiskey. It didn't seem to mat
My stomach twisted. "Bryce, you don't want it to be like this." His eyes opened wider. "How do you want it to be?” I wanted it to be never, but that wouldn't get him off of me. "You know I don't want it." His knees applied pressure to my wrists secured at my sides as he sat taller. "But," I added,







