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The hotel pool was deserted at 2 AM, its surface perfectly still except for the rippling reflection of moonlight. Elena sat on the edge, legs dangling in the cool water, clutching ...
The pool at the Meridien shimmered like liquid obsidian under the hotel's amber lights. Elena sat at the edge, her legs submerged to the calves, nursing a gin and tonic she'd stopp...
The papaya sat on the counter, overripe and weeping golden tears, exactly as Marcus had left it three mornings ago. Elena pressed her palm against the fruit's freckled skin, feelin...
The hotel pool was empty at 2 AM, its surface still and black as onyx. Elena sat on the edge, feet dangling in the chlorinated water, nursing a whiskey she'd stolen from the miniba...
Elias stood at the edge of the padel court, the fluorescent glare reflecting off his prescription sunglasses. At 47, he'd finally admitted he needed them—the reading glasses he kep...
Sarah stood on the deck as the rain transformed the ocean into a churning landscape of gray and black. She'd come to the coastal cottage to process what Marcus had told her three d...
The spinach between his teeth was the first sign something was wrong. Marcus, our new VP of Operations, smiled broadly during Monday's all-hands meeting, his teeth hiding the green...
The coaxial cable refused to snake through the wall cavity, fighting me like a living thing. I'd been at this apartment for two hours, my knees screaming on the hardwood, while the...
The morning light hit Marcus's eyelids like a judgment he couldn't dodge. Forty-two years old and he moved through his apartment like a **zombie**—not the Hollywood kind with outst...
The palm fronds above cast everything in shadow — just as she'd been casting their marriage for months. Elena sat at the edge of the pool, legs in the water, watching Daniel swim l...
Mara stood on the balcony of the honeymoon suite they'd never checked into, watching the orange sun bleed into the Pacific. The papaya on the nightstand behind her had ripened over...
I'd been following him for three weeks—a corporate spy's dream assignment, tailing the CEO who might be selling trade secrets. Tonight he sat at a corner table of Le Bistro, his fe...