Cold River
“He didn’t feed the meter, either. He was too impatient, and he had no intention of staying in the spot for long. He’d pay the damn parking ticket if he got one.He launched himself up the sidewalk. The café lunch crowd had geared up, people ordering sandwiches on twelve-grain bread, wraps, quiches, the homemade soup of the day and servings of shepherd’s pie, chili and chicken pot pie.He didn’t care. He went in through the main door and headed down the center hall, under the sweeping stairs to th...e kitchen.Dominique Belair came at him, her fists clenched, her brown eyes wide with emotion. “I can’t believe you let her go out there alone.”“I didn’t let her go alone.”“She went to see Bowie O’Rourke, didn’t she?”Reluctant to give an answer, Sean saw that Dominique didn’t need one.“She did,” Dominique said with a sigh of resignation. “She sees a childhood friend where the rest of us see a man with a temper he can’t always control.”“Where is Hannah now?”Her friend clamped her mouth shut without responding.MoreLess
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