Faint Cold Fear, A
Chapter One
Sara Linton stared at the entrance to the Dairy Queen, watching her
very pregnant sister walk out with a cup of chocolate-covered ice
cream in each hand. As Tessa crossed the parking lot, the wind
picked up, and her purple dress rose above her knees. She struggled to
keep the jumper down without spilling the ice cream, and Sara could
hear her cursing as she got closer to the car.
Sara tried not to laugh as she leaned over to open the door, asking,
"Need help?"
"No," Tessa said, wedging her body into the car. She settled in, handing
Sara her ice cream. "And you can shut up laughing at me."
Sara winced as her sister kicked off her sandals and propped her bare
feet on the dashboard. The BMW 330i was less than two weeks old, and
Tessa had already left a bag of Goobers to melt in the backseat and
spilled an orange Fanta on the carpet in the front. Had Tessa not been
nearly eight months pregnant, Sara would have strangled her.
Sara asked, "What took you so long?"
"I had to pee."
"Again?"
"No, I just like being in the bathroom at the d ... read full excerpt from: A Faint Cold Fear ebook