They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

closed her eyes for one second.

Just one.

Enough.

Deputy Holloway made notes. Calm. Slow. The way men in official jobs do when someone else is digging their own hole.

Logan finally spoke.

“Carol. Madison. Let’s just go.”

Madison whirled on him. “No. Absolutely not. This is my weekend.”

My weekend.

My house.

My vendors.

My food.

My humiliation.

She still couldn’t continue reading …