LOGINCharliSignature crimson flowed upward from the starched white collar of his shirt as Alton Fitzgerald stopped midstep and turned my direction. "It appears as though the prodigal daughter has returned."I didn't stop walking until I was right before him. "I want to see her.""You'll have to understa
"Alex," she asked as we neared Savannah, "have you heard of Mongolia Woods?""No.""It's a private facility west of Savannah that specializes in rehab for alcohol and drug addiction.""What? Are you serious? My mother is going to dry out?""Does she drink?""Yes, but not...well, it's never been a pr
"Of course you do.""I-I'm not sure if Alton...I don't know about staying at the manor. If Nox..." I'd never had a man stay with me in Savannah. I'd never had one who I wanted to have stay with me. All I knew was that if my mother was ill, the choice would be up to Alton, and I doubted he'd be as ac
CharliI stared in disbelief at the screen of my phone. I may have doubted that Chelsea had really been the one to send the text had it not been for the one line: does texting count? That was definitely Chelsea, the one to find the loophole in every agreement.I couldn't think about why she knew wha
He sat back on the edge of the bed with his back toward me.I crawled close and draped my arms over his broad shoulders, burying my cheek against his back."The coroner said that it happens," Nox said. His voice now filled with defeat. "He said she was probably having abdominal pain and that was why
Releasing his cheeks, I kissed one, and wrapped my arms around his chest with my head lying on his torso. I wanted to comfort him and be close. I wanted to support my strong boyfriend as he finally freed some of his shadows.Nox sighed and returned his arm to my shoulders as his words vibrated from
She shook her head as she tugged my hand. “It’s not Lennox. He’s in flight. He’s fine. It’s about the letter.”I followed her to one of the long sofas. After we sat, I asked, “What about the letter?”“Think carefully. Who touched it?”I tried to recall. It seemed like weeks or even months ago, not l
"Not today," Vinny said as he tilted his head toward his father. "He knows. He's considering. That's all I've got right now."I nodded as I brought the brown bottle to my lips and took a swallow."This legit thing," he asked, "you really want to make it work?""I do, as much as I can." I lowered my
“I need to go. Wait on me for dinner Friday night.”My teeth ground together, yet my words dripped with sincerity. “Yes, Alton. I’ll see you then.”The line went dead just as the door opened. It wasn’t Ralph, but some young man, possibly younger than Alexandria.“Mrs. Fitzgerald,” he said as he plac
“Why?” he asked.Continuing, I oozed charisma. “Now, Ralph, that right there is a question friends don’t ask one another. You see, a woman’s age, her dress size, and why she does whatever in the hell she sets her mind to do are all off-limits for friends. And we are friends, aren’t we?”Nearly an ho







