Samantha Jones’ beat-up Volkswagen Bug was one perfect place to…
If the tailor had been a man instead of a…
“I can’t do that,” Sam said, sitting in the back…
Jack’s suite seemed different now. Personal, filled with many special…
Jack caught a flight for home at eight the next…
Sam set the latte-to-go on the bar, counted the handful…
Jack hunched over the ledger on his desk, making note…
“Hey, Sam, there’s a phone call for you.”
Jack sat in the saddle, hands folded on the horn…
Sam sat in the VW and watched the blur of…
The plane rattled around like a pocketful of marbles, and…
Jack opened the driver’s side door, and Sam slid across…
The truck rested at a precarious angle, forcing Sam’s body…
Sam had never lived in a house before, and she…
The clouds had gone, and the stars and a full…
Sam woke to the smell of woodsmoke and the crackling…
Sam wandered through the house, capturing memories of Jack’s home…
Jack watched Sam’s gaze dart from the bedroom door, to…
Jack shot up in bed when he heard the coyote…
The waiting room smelled like alcohol and pine-scented disinfectant, and…
Lauren relaxed on the living-room sofa, thankful that Beau was…
For the fourth time in five minutes, Lauren adjusted the…