The idea came to her on a Tuesday, which was ironic because nothing important ever happened on Tuesdays.Kerry was sprawled across John's couch, the same couch she'd been sprawled across since they were nineteen years old and figuring out how to be adults together. Ten years later, the cou...
Read MoreThe munch was held at a coffee shop called Common Grounds, which was either ironic or perfectly appropriate depending on your perspective.Tessa had spent twenty minutes circling the block before finally parking, another ten sitting in her car breathing through the anxiety, and now she stood on th...
Read MoreThe document was perfect.Forty-seven pages, single-spaced, every clause meticulously crafted. Definitions section, scope of agreement, duration and termination provisions. Rights and responsibilities of both parties. Limits and boundaries, explicitly stated and severable. A dispute resolution mec...
Read MoreThe mountain had been his for a thousand years.Longer, if one counted the centuries before the humans came with their maps and their names and their endless, grasping need to claim things. He'd been here when the peak was younger, sharper, still learning to wear the shape of stone. He'd b...
Read MoreThe key was in an envelope marked "For Paige," tucked inside a larger envelope marked "To be opened after my death," which was itself buried beneath three decades of tax returns in her grandmother's mahogany desk.Paige found it on the third day of clearing the house.The fu...
Read MoreThe email had seemed harmless enough.December Selection: "Midnight Heat" by J.C. Wilde. Please have read by the 15th. Wine and snacks provided. —MargaretWhat none of them knew, what Margaret herself didn't know until she was forty-seven pages in and breathing heavily on the su...
Read MoreThe cabin had seemed like such a good idea three months ago.That was when Mason had sent the group text, six friends, too long since they'd all been together, why not rent a place in the mountains for a week? No cell service, no distractions, just old friends and good wine and the kind of con...
Read MoreThe first thing she said was, "Teach me."He looked up from the book he was reading, the word hanging between them like an offering. Tess stood in the doorway of his study, her hair still damp from the shower, wearing nothing but one of his old shirts and an expression he couldn't qu...
Read MoreThe wedding was beautiful in the way that weddings are when people have waited a long time for them.Flowers spilled from every surface, cream and blush and the palest gold. Candles flickered on tables draped in linen. The string quartet played something timeless while the bride walked down the ai...
Read MoreThe first thing Sasha noticed about him were his hands.They were beautiful hands, though he'd probably hate hearing that. Broad palms, thick fingers, knuckles crossed with scars and calluses. Nails always clean but never quite free of the dark crescents of grease that seemed permanently worke...
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