You learned three things from your no account deadbeat of a father: --Always wash up…
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Seamus McCarty’s hands were made for work, rough-hewn tools that had never caressed a woman’s…
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“Okay, so this is an interesting phenomenon, you pushing in my door and jabbing a…
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You’d never write, “must be devastatingly handsome” in the job description, but Don found it…
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When you think about “Things I’d rather be doing?,” generally it’s a more personal thought.…
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Gwen fingered the tooth in her pocket as she dropped to her knees and wondered…
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“So, Juanita, let’s go over this, OK?” Briggs was leaning back in the metal chair,…
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Foley stomped across the apartment, slammed open the sliding glass door to the deck that…
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The first time he called he asked whether the shoes were available in a wide…
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