Jakob Krista Evans was going to be the death of me. In those heels, she was six feet of sin draped in darkness. The silk robe she wore barely covered the tops of her thighs. She’d cinched it tight around her waist, somehow both accentuating and obscuring the curves that had driven me crazy since the day she strolled into…
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“I hate hospitals,” Gran said beside me. “Since when?” I asked. As far as I knew, she’d never been admitted to one. She had both her kids at home, and Grandpa died in his sleep. The only time I could even remember her being in one was when I – oh. “Since you,” she said, elbowing me in the ribs….
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We got off the phone once it was clear that no one was trailing me. Jakob drove the bugged van, no doubt so his father could track us both, and I kept picturing Liam bent over a phone screen, watching our little GPS dots bounce around Hermannsburg like an old school arcade game. Once Jakob gave the all-clear, I jumped…
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The white van was gone. I stood fifty feet from the door of the café, staring at the spot where it had sat. The flow of traffic on the sidewalk bent around me, people throwing me annoyed or confused looks as they passed. Fair enough; I’d come to a screeching halt in the middle of the sidewalk, and now it…
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The bell over the door of the café rang, and Spencer Redding strode in as if he owned the place. Like Nick, he wore a suit, only his jacket was unbuttoned and he didn’t have a tie on. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, revealing taut, suntanned skin and the elegant muscles of his neck. He…
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