The idea came to her three months before their anniversary.Not suddenly, more like a slow recognition, a truth she'd been circling for years without quite seeing. She loved him. That was easy. That was air. But there was something else, something deeper, something she'd never given anyone...
Read MoreThe commission came through his agent like everything else—sanitised, professional, stripped of any personal touch.Charity portrait auction. High-profile artist. Three sessions. Sign here.Griffin signed. He always signed. That was his life: signing things, showing up places, being the perso...
Read MoreThe 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 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 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...
Read MoreThe apartment was smaller than the pictures had suggested.This was, Tessa thought as she stood in the doorway with her single suitcase and a rapidly dwindling sense of optimism, the universal experience of renting in this city. Pictures lied. Square footage was a suggestion. And "cozy" ...
Read MoreThey had been together for eight years, and in all that time, the rhythm of their lovemaking had never changed.Ben led. Hannah followed. Not because they'd discussed it or decided it, it was simply how things had always been. He was the initiator, the one who set the pace, the one who guided ...
Read MoreThe forest on Midsummer's Eve was not a place for mortals.Hannah knew this, in the way everyone knows such things, a childhood memory of warnings from grandmothers, a half forgotten superstition about staying out of the woods when the veil grows thin. But she was twenty-seven, practical, a gr...
Read MoreThey had been married for twelve years when they finally said the words out loud.It happened on a Tuesday night, in bed, after the kind of lovemaking that was comfortable and familiar and utterly predictable. Hannah was tracing patterns on Jonathan's chest, and Jonathan was staring at the cei...
Read MoreDr. Cassandra Reid had spent fifteen years with her hands in gloves.As a paediatric cardiac surgeon, she wore them for hours at a time, the thin latex barrier between her skin and the fragile lives she held in her hands. She'd never thought much about it at first. Gloves were tools, nothing m...
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