I'm not good at it. No arguments. I put my hands on the grave, and even with Requiem at my back, touching me, it wasn't as real as the pounding of Richard's heart miles away. Shit, I thought.
Nathaniel had his side of the bed now. I sighed, and was getting tired of doing that, but it seemed like Richard just brought it out in me. There was a privacy fence behind the dumpsters. She was wearing the brown leather jacket that had become her latest favorite coat.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.