Blue Twilight
Chapter One
White Plains, New York
"He'll be here," Maxine Stuart said as she smoothed packing tape over the flaps of a cardboard
box. "There's no way he'll let me leave without coming to say goodbye. He's nuts about me."
Stormy leaned over the box with her black marker and scrawled Kitchen Stuff across the top.
Then she capped the pen and put it back into her pocket. "That's it," she said. "That's the last of
it." She picked up the box and started for the door.
Max snatched it from her hands. "I told you, no heavy lifting."
"Knock it off, Max. The doctors say I'm fine."
Subconsciously, perhaps, Stormy ran a hand over her short hair. It had grown back by now,
short, spiky, platinum blond and overly moussed, just as it had always been. Her hair covered
the scar where the bullet had rocketed through her skull only a few months ago, plunging
Stormy into a coma and nearly killing her.
But though Max couldn't see it, she was acutely aware that the scar remained. She would never
forget how close she had come to losing her best friend. It shook her still, to remem ... read full excerpt from: Blue Twilight ebook
