The Merry Widow's Diary
Jill Townsend spied the city limits sign then glanced at her dashboard clock. It was eleven twenty-three? Already? The last time she'd looked, it was ten o'clock. She must've been driving by rote since then.
Trying to be more alert, Jill sat up straighter. On this late summer evening, the community of Darien, Connecticut, slept. Lights were out, the roads almost clear of traffic. She should probably wait until morning to return the borrowed Suburban to her next-door neighbor.
By the time she came to that conclusion, however, she'd driven past her house and found herself at the entrance to Alan Haggerty's long driveway. She eased down it, rolling to a stop in front of his garage. A light shone in his upstairs office, which probably meant he was working, not entertaining. She didn't want to disrupt his creative flow....
Which was a lie. She was stalling, plain and simple. Tonight, tomorrow morning—what did it matter? The SUV had to be returned, and she had to face reality. She would be going home to an empty house. At forty-five years of age, she was facing her first night of living alone. Who would be in a hurry to achieve that miles ... read full excerpt from The Merry Widow's Diary ebook
