It had been a week. Adam was dirty and sweaty, his hair standing up in fingered spikes, and his tanned face streaked with mud. That morning, on waking, he'd kissed Angie goodbye and told her, asked her, not to go with him. She hadn't put up too much of a fight which, thank God, had stopped him having to knock her out. He figured that that would ( Read more... )

Coraline had been missing for five days, now, and Adam and Angie had been camping out and looking for her for nearly as long. Adam had the note that she'd left him stuffed in his pocket. He'd brought it with him because it was the only proof that he had that she hadn't disappeared into thin air. A bad idea had been going around in his head all ( Read more... )

It had taken some planning. He'd spent the afternoon cooking, nothing too complicated -- a seafood soup, a green salad, fresh fruit with a little vanilla ice-cream. Light stuff. He didn't want anything too heavy. Standing in the kitchen, he'd remembered just how long it had been since him and Angie had had anytime to really be alone in private ( Read more... )

Twilight was a quiet time. Adam stood in the doorway of the hut with barefeet and a cup of water, and listened to the soft, regular sound of Coraline breathing, sleeping in the makeshift bed on the opposite side of the hut to his. In the pocket of his jeans, the two parts of Fiona's brooch. More than once, he'd come to the edge of the stream, or ( Read more... )

"I'm very talented," murmured Adam, contriving to not let the gap grow too big between them, twining his fingers through hers, his thumb brushing the length of hers. He wasn't focusing on how much he wanted her right then, or, rather, he wasn't focusing on anything but wanting her, just the basic, pulsing want, and nothing underneath it ( Read more... )

He'd suggested cooking for her, today, but he'd mostly been teasing and, anyway, the compound was chaos. There was a lot of shouting going on and shouting tended to make Adam nervous, so he'd suggested to Angela that they get out of the compound altogether ( Read more... )

It wasn't an anxiety attack. He hadn't been bullshitting when he'd told the shrink that he knew the signs, now...could tell when they were coming on. Didn't mean that he could do anything about them, but at least he knew what one felt like, and this wasn't it. This was sitting on his arse with his knees drawn up against his chest and a bottle of ( Read more... )

Adam woke up slowly, naked, in a strange bed. His head was throbbing and, automatically, groping for his watch or his phone or the T.V remote, none of which was there. His hand knocked against a glass of water, which he managed to catch before it fell ( Read more... )