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 Buy it on Kindle for $5.99 ( click here ) Chapter 2             Tess McGree stood in the lobby of the City of Sacramento Police Station, touching various icons on her iPad. She hardly noticed the door opening and closing as police officers passed her. She was a pretty strawberry blonde with light freckles on her face and chest, and she had emerald green eyes that were lowered keenly toward the screen. She was a tenacious 32-year old who came to the station every single day to wait for Detective Phil Harris, the subject of her new book. She was determined to write a nonfiction tale based on a case being investigated by Detective Harris of whom she also had a huge crush. Phil was a sweet charmer with dark brown hair, and two eye colors (brown and blue) that Tess didn’t notice the first few times they talked. One day she was picking his brilliant mind, and she had noticed his eyes, which had muddied ...

Purchase a copy on Amazon ( click here ) Purchase an eBook Kindle Version ( click here ) 7 I awoke alone on the sofa. Sometime in the middle of the night Ryan had left me sleeping. I could barely remember what we did – there was a fog clouding my brain. I lay on my back and stared at the enormous pine ceiling beam running down the center. I blinked and looked down – yes, I was still naked. I sat up and grabbed yesterday’s clothes and started getting dressed. My head was pounding from a hangover-induced headache. I heard the back door opening and closing. I turned to find Johnny walking in and wearing swim trunks and drying his hair. He stopped in front of me. He laughed and said, “You look like hell.” I nodded, sighed and got up. “I’m going to shower.” “You want me to leave you some Tylenol?” he asked. I nodded and headed up the stairs all the way to the third floor. I should have felt embarrassed, but my head was pounding much too hard to ...

  Buy your copy on Amazon or eBook versions available in Kindle, Nook and iBook. 6 The next day, Johnny texted me and asked me if I wanted to go rock climbing with him and stay overnight at his friend’s cabin. Rock climbing? I wasn’t into rock climbing, but I texted him back and said I would come and try my best. If anything, it sounded like a good challenge. We made plans for him to pick me up on Saturday morning at 8:00 a.m. because we were going north out of town toward Big Bear to a place called Castle Rock trailhead where we would hike to the southeast face to climb. Johnny pulled up in a Chevy Blazer and literally honked from the parking lot of my apartment building. I peered out the window. Okay, he was a younger guy and the whole horn honk was just the sort of predictable thing he would do. I was wearing cute, light-blue North Face shorts, a plain, white tank top, and Converse tennis shoes. I wasn’t completely illiterate about what to hike ...

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