LOGINHis volume grew and spittle rained with each phrase he spat."As it is, I’m not allowing you to make any more decisions.” Crimson moved upward filling his saggy neck like a cloth-absorbing dye and creeping onward toward his cheeks and ears.“Alton, calm down. Bryce didn’t mean…” Though Suzanna's wor
“Uncle Alt—”A heavy hand landed upon my shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”I turned, perspiration dotting my skin as my shoulder shuddered with Alton’s touch. Fighting the urge to flinch away, I nodded toward the lawn at the few people standing below and answered, “To talk to the guests o
AlexandriaPatrick’s eyes met mine before he looked at his watch. It was his silent plea, and he was right. I needed to leave; however, since Bryce had left Alton’s den, he hadn’t left my side. With each glass of champagne or tumbler of whiskey, his enthusiasm for our marriage grew.“I’m happy,” Mil
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Patrick didn’t know. Only that Charli had a plan.”Trust me. Her words came back as I once again paced, my shoes becoming covered by a fine layer of red dust. Trust—I’d asked that same thing of Charli many times. Now it was my turn. I fucking hated the wait. It was he
NoxMy shoes pounded the Georgia clay. Back and forth I paced, watching my phone: the time, Charli’s app, and Oren’s texts. The sky was dark, barely a sliver of moon lighting the expanse from the woods to the manor.“Are you sure she can find the way?” I asked Isaac.“It’s not difficult. You can see
“No. You’re also not a doctor. If I don’t have a gurney in less than three minutes, you’ll no longer be a night nurse at Magnolia Woods. ”If I hadn’t known that Deloris was watching his every move through the Magnolia Woods security feed, I may have been concerned. I wasn’t. My attention was focuse
Now, after two in the morning, with Deloris's card and number secured in the pocket of my robe, it was time to search for a telephone. During my childhood, each and every room had been wired for the house phones. Within the manor were multiple lines and direct buttons to access the staff. The phone
"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 call
Making my way to my dresser, I opened the bottom right drawer. Inside were clothes I hadn't worn in years, neatly folded in small stacks. Running my hand to the back of the drawer, I brushed the tips of my fingers along the drawer's seam. My lungs forgot to inhale as I moved them from left to right,
"Child, she's a strong woman. I know you may thinks she's not, but she is. Heaven knows he don't think so. But she's more than strong.” Her brown eyes beamed. “She's smart. She tried to do what's right. She did. Don't you ever doubt that. And she loves you, more than life, more than herself. You.""







