PIERCE

"Where the fuck was your man?" Anger boiled at my surface, and I wanted to hit something. Instead I slammed on my brakes, coming to a squealing stop at the stop sign at the corner of Bayside Street in Maine.

The rotating beam on the light house cast the small red ice cream shop into light with every pass, but otherwise the evening was pitch dark.

Ridge’s words were short and gritted as if he hated telling me as much as I hated hearing it. "Katy ...