Joe reached the airport after a forty-minute drive. He took his suitcase, the suit bag and the laptop out of the trunk and headed for the terminal. It was only noon and he still had two hours to kill. He bought a sandwich and something to drink and then sat down at a gate that didn’t have any flig
Sometimes she also planned the VIP opening receptions. Personally attending those VIP events wasn’t part of her job, but she loved to do it nevertheless. Eric had immediately recognized her, of course. And he’d been surprised that she remembered him, even though she had never spoken to him when she
A kiss that assured you that she was fine with anything you could possibly dream up. It had worked on him, hadn’t it? Three years ago? Not at the very first attempt, but eventually it had worked just fine, even on him. Across the desk, Eric had fallen silent. Obviously he was unable or unwilling to
“I’m really sorry,” Eric muttered, his gaze down on his lap. “I know I totally screwed up… I’ve never screwed up like that in my life. Still can’t believe I did that. It’s been haunting me… And I didn’t want you to find out from anyone else.” “Yeah, well, thanks for that,” Joe said dryly, unable to
“Hi, Sarah!” With a big smile D held the door open and let Sarah in. “We can have coffee on the terrace, if you want...” She nodded towards the garden furniture outside the big living room window. “The sun is shining, the birds are singing and surprisingly no one has started a lawn mower yet.” She l
“You’re not even tempted?” Sarah took one of the coffee cups. “Like I said,” D said, “I haven’t even really looked into it properly.” “You liked London during the exchange year,” Sarah noted. “Yeah, sure…” D shrugged. “Still… moving there for work for two years? I don’t know… So far, I haven’t gi
“He’s coming Tuesday afternoon,” Sarah specified. This basically meant that while she couldn’t attend the grill party, one member of the Reilley family would be there after all. D nodded, without looking up. Then she released an audible breath and took a cookie. “D, listen –” Sarah started. “It’s
Struggling to keep her expression neutral, D gazed towards the garden. She couldn’t blame Sarah for wanting to talk with a friend about things she might be worried or curious about when it came to her brother. In this particular case, however, D didn’t feel as if she could be that friend. Especial