“But not like that,” Matt said, gesturing to my dress. I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, leaving an impression of my lips behind. Great, I’d have to check my lip gloss before I left. As I was about to step back, Matt grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer. … Continue Reading
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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter eleven, part one
“Shit. The cops think Kayla was taken,” Matt said the second I walked into the apartment. His hair was a mess, and it was clear that he’d had a beer or five. He had a fresh one in his hand, and he wasn’t just sipping it. I plucked it from his fingers and drank the… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter ten, part one
I awoke the next day at noon. I hadn’t gone to bed until the wee hours of the morning as I was too hyped from the two naps. I went into the kitchen to see what I could dig up. As I was about to pull some bread out of the freezer, I remembered that… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter nine, part three
In my room, I halted before my closet, deciding to see if I could contact Danny again. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes, willing his image to come to me. I breathed deeply, knowing I couldn’t force anything. Danny had to be willing to have me in his head in the first… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter nine, part two
“Hi, honey, I’m home,” I called out, throwing my purse on the ground. All I wanted was something to eat, perhaps a roll in a hay, and a hot shower. I went into the living room where Matt was staring at the television. Though he had it on the Sox game, he wasn’t really watching. … Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter nine, part one
“Hey, glad you could stop by,” Julia said, her eyes red. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in days. “Hey, girl,” I said, giving her a warm hug. “Hey, sport,” I said to Banana who was clinging to her mother’s leg. That was unusual for her as she was an outgoing child, but it… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter eight, part two
“First time I’ve been called ‘God’,” Martinez said, his eyes amused. I opened my mouth to make a ribald comment before clamping it shut again. I had the sneaking suspicion that Martinez knew what I was about to say because he was openly smirking. His voice was all business, however, when he asked if I’d… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter eight, part one
“Is this right?” The police sketch artist, name of Meg, held up a composite. We were in an interview room, and I was starting to get claustrophobic. “Nose is too big,” I said, frowning at the picture. She had done a good job capturing the guys general likeness, but there was something missing. Needless to… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter seven, part two
“What about Digger?” I asked, more to shake her up than because I thought it was him. “No, why, what? Why would Digger???” Kayla couldn’t finish the sentence with the proper amount of indignation it called for, possibly since she remembered that I had her packet of blackmail material. “Tosca,” I said softly, watching Kayla’s… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter seven, part one
“Where the hell have you been?” Matt snapped the minute I walked into the apartment. I took a long look at him before turning around and leaving again. I re-entered the room and held up a hand to forestall him from repeating his question. “Hello, Matt. It’s good to be home. How are you?” I… Continue Reading