Savannah wiped her hands on a linen dish towel and looked at the clock. Ten minutes to go. Seb sat on a barstool at the kitchen island, nursing his coffee like it was armor. He’d been quiet all morning. Not the fidgety kind of quiet, just still. “You good?
Turns out the help takes notes.
You can only fake the light for so long.
Some parties reveal more than secrets.
Some affairs don’t stay discreet.
Every friendship starts with a little gossip.
Some homes hide more than secrets.
A little murder won’t stop the campaign.
He’s not bitter—he’s blessed.
When HOA threats meet golf carts and cocaine.
Not all churches are God’s idea.
Some turf wars don’t need grass to grow.