Arson. The word and its implications echoed inside thirty-seven-year-old Narice…
Narice awakened around noon to the smells of coffee and…
After the audience, Fulani escorted Narice back to the bedroom…
The quilt wasn’t very large; its size would barely cover…
Once they hit I-75, Narice asked, “Where to now?”…
Narice awakened the next morning to the sound of knocking.
Saint nursed his coffee at a seat in the back…
While Saint drove, Narice continued to mull over the handwritten…
Saint was asking himself the same question and came up…
Once Saint was done eating, he turned to Portia. “Now,…
Portia was seated in front of a monitor, fingers flowing…
Lily had a V-8 engine and 345 horses under her…
After another thirty miles of twists and turns on the…
Hours later, Narice awakened in the bed. The slow realization…
After slipping on the hotel’s robe, Narice padded back into…
Saint reached into his pocket for the small bottle of…
Traveling the channel turned out to be slow, hard work.
One minute Narice was dreaming of making love to Saint…
Portia took Narice to the Atlanta airport. From there, Narice…