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
I heard the last part loud and clear, even though he didn't voice it aloud."Occupied?" Suzanna turned my way. "Doing what?"The young lady placed the glass of Montague Private Collection before me as Suzanna sat. I shrugged. "It's news to me, too. You'll need to ask your son."He lifted his glass o
Sick bastard."I shouldn't have stepped in between you and your whore.""Go on."I wasn't sure where I was supposed to go."Claim responsibility and I'll accept your apology."My neck stiffened. My apology?My head snapped back as Bryce pulled my hair. "Attitude is not acceptable. I believe your fat
AlexandriaThe scene happened around me, with me, and yet I was always a step behind.The picture on Bryce's phone was of me. Was it a trick?"Bryce, what are you saying?"He seized my upper arm, the same place he'd grabbed it the other day, pulling me closer. "I'm asking you a fucking question."I
A young man stood nervously at the door."Mr. Crawford."The boy nodded. "Mr. Demetri.""Come in," Oren opened the door wide, his invitation too gracious.I stood. "Mr. Crawford? What is the—""During my perseverance..." Oren began as the young man shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the next and







