Each burger was better than the next, the sauce richer. They were going to win, Annabel knew, her heart heavy. Monday morning she’d be back at the Victorian, working at Hurley’s full-time. How would she and West tell Lucy that Annabel was leaving? How would that make sense...
He lay on his bed, hands behind his head, staring up at the white ceiling. He’d hated the look on Georgia’s face last night, hated that he was disappointing her. But what was he supposed to have faith in? Burglars and murderers and vandals and pissed-off husbands who keyed vehicles belonging to t...
