A diamond wedding ring, you say?I studied his face. Was he putting me on? He looked earnest. As any guy would expect, a diamond is what she’s after, I said. Did you hold out hope you’d get by for anyt...
My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear (Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!) signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window...
Get a load of this, Frank. Gerald Peyton’s pause set off his pronouncement. She is expecting to get a wedding ring.That’s understandable, I said, unsure how he could afford a ring on what our firm cle...
Quote taken from Chapter 1: That's the idea. Listen, Frank, this one is different. She's a keeper." He let that part gel in me. "Get your head screwed on straight and move to Richmond. You hate it liv...
I let my gaze travel out the picture window. Unlike at my old doublewide trailer perched on the fringe of a played out quarry, here I owned a real yard with real grass that screamed for mowing each Mo...
From Chapter 1:You’re not a local. I paused, unsure. Or are you?Sort of. Randall Van Dotson is my dad. I’m Rennie. After tossing her head that coy, sweet way girls do, she gave me a candid appraisal.
She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.