How quickly the proud fell, Eric mused, enjoying the whimper of pain low in Skylar’s throat. Ramsey’s look of terror was especially satisfying. It was odd for him to see his brother care about someone else more than he cared about himself.

The fact that it was Skylar was unfortunate. [Read more...]

It shouldn’t have surprised me that the room was empty when I got out of the shower. I really should have guessed that Skylar’s odd behavior all day had everything to do with what happened after I stepped out of the realty office. The fact that I held a one-sided conversation through the bathroom door for five minutes before I figured out no one was on the other side pissed me off.

I was better at my job than this. [Read more...]

Caldwell walked back into the room as Skylar was replacing the handset. He shot her a dirty look. “Who were you talking to?”

“I called to see if they had anything to help settle my stomach.” It was a lie – a flimsy one at that.

He seemed to buy it. Nodding, “Jenna said you should try crackers and club soda.” [Read more...]

I was fed up by the time I’d called through all of my contacts for the fifth time this afternoon. Every time I thought I might be onto something, a door would get slammed in my face and I’d be right back where I started. Sauters and Vanderbilt were probably still in this town, but I’d be damned if I could find them. They could be sitting in the next bungalow and I’d never find them.

Hell, Skylar could have them under the bed and I still wouldn’t realize it. [Read more...]

The early part of our day was a bust. Vanderbilt hadn’t been at his lake house, but I never really expected he’d just sit there and wait around for me to come pick him up. The early morning humidity didn’t help my mood any. Even dressed in cargo shorts and a golf shirt, I was miserable.

I’d thought the Texas summers were bad. Damn. [Read more...]