It was Saturday afternoon. Gallagher was out golfing with my husband Siddharth, so Dita, Gallagher’s wife, and I had a hangout session of our own. She came over smelling like fresh soap, and a new shampoo. Low cut white halter top, showing off her freckle...
Chapter One Hundred-Eleven Grace woke with a start, trembling from the horrific nightmare that interrupted her dreams. She’d been at the beach, holding her baby, when a tidal wave snatched the newborn from her arms. Panic-stricken, she went into the water...
Beth sipped on her cocktail, or she twirled the glass by its slender stem and wondered just what she had gotten into during her holiday on the Amalfi coast. The hotel, perched on a clifftop, was luxurious and the beach was as private as the hotel’s manage...
Chapter Eighty-Seven After a busy day of sightseeing, Grace was exhausted. Her feet hurt, and all she wanted to do was sink into a tub of scalding water. Sadly, being pregnant limited the allowed temperature of the water, and the bath wasn’t as satisfying...
