Magnolia Hills Nursing Home sat on ten well-manicured acres of rolling Texas hills. Most of it was cultivated into parkland, with vast stretches of mowed lawns dotted here and there with towering live oaks that provided a much-needed bit of shade. Quaint, split-rail fences separated one area from the next. Paths wound lazily throughout the grounds, and the staff regularly…
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“What’s going on with the nursing home?” I asked Jakob. We’d showered and were back in his bed. He’d lent me a shirt to sleep in. It had a clean lime scent and absolutely swamped my smaller frame. Outside, darkness bled from the night sky, a corona of red-gold rising in the east. It was five a.m. My eyelids were…
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“Excuse me?” I said, setting my beer down. “No way in hell am I staying here tonight. I need to go home and feed my dog.” Lie. I didn’t have a dog, but he didn’t know that. It was just a desperate bid at an excuse to escape. I couldn’t stay here with him. He wasn’t safe from me. Clearly,…
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Jakob flicked on his lights as he strode into his apartment. I scooped my purse up from the floor, gritting my teeth against another spike of pain, and followed a few steps behind him. I don’t know what I was expecting. The Kings of Kearny were a rowdy bunch, the kind of men and women who were more concerned with…
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