A Marriage Between Friends
The thing about relying only on yourself was that you had no one else to blame when things went wrong.
Vince Patrizio downshifted his Porsche 911 and hugged another hairpin turn in the California gold country. This bend in the road didn't bring Railroad Stop into view, either. Why am I not surprised?
His GPS didn't work in the uncharted territory at the foot of the mountains and he was unable to get a solid signal on his cell phone. He was late, lost and about to lose an important deal, one that would most likely cost him his inheritance.
Vince cursed and shifted into a higher gear, the force cocooning him deeper into the cradle of fine German leather that felt as welcoming as a well-paid stripper's back-room embrace. The car shot over a sharp rise, startling a deer next to the road. Luckily the doe ran away and down into a ravine, instead of into Vince's path.
He took a deep breath and slowed the car. It was a beautiful early-September afternoon and the narrow ribbon of road beckoned, promising he'd end up somewhere, if not exactly where he wanted to be.
The story of my life.
He'd always been a runner-up, never a winner. Born to ... read full excerpt from: A Marriage Between Friends ebook
