Dark Waters
Chapter One
Frankie studied him over the rim of her cup. He sat kicked back in the kitchen
chair, one hand wrapped around the chipped mug she'd scrounged up. His eyes
moved constantly, the mirth evident, though something deeper lay under his gaze.
"A job this big is too much for you to do on your own. What about your family?
They must be worried about you, down here, all alone." He spoke casually, but
she sensed he was probing. Similar to tactics her social worker had used
whenever she got kicked out of another home.
"My problem. Not yours," she retorted evasively. With both forearms on the
scratched kitchen table, Frankie leaned forward. "Look, I don't know what you
want. If it's cash, I told you, I'm low. Maybe tomorrow I can get some from the
bank to repay you for fixing the truck and the supplies." She pushed away from
the table. "Want some more coffee?"
"No. I'm good." Rico stretched his arms, sinewy roped muscle rippling beneath
the thin, sweaty T-shirt fabric. She turned to pour herself another cup before
she got caught gawking.
"So, when are you returning to New York?" ... read full excerpt from Dark Waters ebook
