Grace had never reacted to anyone this way. Certainly not after having known him a short time.
She rose and washed away the dreams with a shower. A sense of anticipation lingered after she turned off the faucet.
Her shift didn't start for four hours and she planned to use that time getting to know Dolores' ex-boyfriend. Her most recent one at least.
Kent Winger worked in the Centre County Prosecutor's Office, but today was his day off.
Masculine legs protruded out of a vintage Mustang that looked halfway restored. Grace parked her car on the street, then walked up the short driveway.
With kids in school, the neighborhood resembled a ghost town, with only the drone a distant lawn mower to indicate humans lived here.
The neighborhood had identical ranch houses up and down the street, e
