Excerpt
Her Perfect Game
Charlie walked through her apartment, keenly aware of the quiet. Her roommate Amy usually left the TV or the radio playing. Sometimes both. Charlie glanced to the kitchen counter and saw two wine glasses sitting near the sink.
Oh goody, Amy had her boyfriend over. Again. Charlie was trying not to be a b***h about it, but the man was in their place more than Charlie was, and he wasn’t paying for anything. What made it worse was that he’d eat her food, like her favorite yogurt, and then not even have the decency to offer a fake apology.
She yanked her hair free from her ponytail and kicked her shoes off, nudging them close to the door so she could easily find them in the morning. Work had beaten her down tonight. As much as she hated the morning shift at a coffee
