They knocked on the door and asked for him by name. So they were let in and they talked about the Super Bowl. Next thing you know, there were three shots and the people ran out.

It affects families. Somebody has to take off work.

I don't need the water to be inspired. My stories inspire me, not the location of where I'm parked. And good thing, since I've had to finish books in airports, in the RV we used to have, the lake house, while on vacation, at home, in the kitchen when my office PC was on the fritz.

I prefer to like the people I invest in, but it's not an absolute necessity, as long as they have a good mind and I know they'll do whatever it takes to be successful.

I'm telling you now. Without knowing for sure if you sent them, or why, I was left to my own discretion. If you want me to bother you with every little detail that comes up, just say so." He shrugged. "But I was under the impression that you wanted me to handle shit."

Murray's face reddened with bluster. "I do, damn it."

"They were shit," Trace explained. "They've been handled.

When Trace simply held her hands out to her sides and looked at her, Priss asked, "Are we going to have sex now?"

His mouth twitched, and his gaze warmed, but he sounded dead serious when he said, "Yeah, I think we are.