Nancy celebrated her fortieth birthday by dressing way too young for her. A woman should not wear bangles between the ages of 30 and 60, she was fairly sure. Nor any dress with sparkles. And sure, maybe she still had the legs for it, but she was pretty sure that being in her forties meant that she was no longer allowed to have boots that hit her ( Read more... )

Their meeting was completely chance, but even so, it was a meeting of the fucking minds. As Roger left the Compound with his guitar to set up and write somewhere along the inspiring shoreline, Bill was packing up his practice in the rec room. It seemed like an opportunity, and one that shouldn't have been wasted ( Read more... )

There was a whole lot of crazy going on as far as Sam could see. Luckily, this time, the crazy didn't involve him. There had been a part of him that had hoped that it would maybe have involved Ainsley or Josh. A small, petty part that he tried not to acknowledge ( Read more... )

Bobby hadn't been as shaken up as he was by yesterday's discovery in a long god damn time, includin' all the shit he'd been through with the Winchester boys. Now there was a little mound of earth in front of his hut that concealed somethin' he never thought he'd be seein' again, and never would if he could help it. It'd be a long damn time 'fore he ( Read more... )

Nancy hadn't really been planning to go to the beach when she'd headed out the hut. But once she started walking, it was just such a beautiful day that she had no desire to be inside, and so she walked along the boardwalk instead, and then down into the sand. She reached down and took off her shoes and shoved them into her bag (even on an island ( Read more... )

Nancy was in the kitchen making breakfast - more muffins, strawberry instead of mango this time - when the young woman in a short black skirt and an absolutely fabulous pair of purple high heels walked in. She'd looked Nancy over with an appraising eye, and at first Nancy had thought she was going to compliment her shoes as well (who knew that the ( Read more... )

For whatever reason, most Friday evenings at the Compound were quite slow. Where people went was a mystery to Shari, but after the dinner rush it wasn't the kitchen, that much was sure. She was still quite fastidiously working off her auction hours, and was glad enough to find herself with plenty of elbow room to bake. There wasn't any ( Read more... )

Josh was in a good mood. This wasn’t particularly a bad thing, just something he was still getting used to. Busy, arrogant, frustrated, angry, confident.... these were all moods that he was used to, that came naturally. But regular ol’ happiness? He could understand the sheer joy of giving Congress a good shellacking, or triumphing mightily on a ( Read more... )

There were situations that Sam thrived in. Deadlines looming, a major speech still needing to be finished. A crisis erupting at some awful hour, having to pull himself out of bed and into work. Having to write remarks on the fly, all while considering the implications on the President's policy and any potential legal ramifications that could ( Read more... )

Nancy was perhaps not as much of an early riser as some of the others with breakfast duty on the kitchen staff, but she hoped that the fact there was always fresh coffee on first thing when she was cooking made up for the fact that usually by the time it was done it was almost brunch. Not to mention the iced lattes. The espresso machine really ( Read more... )