Abigail reached over and squeezed her twin’s hand. “You told me your connection with him went beyond the one you set up as a huntress. I can’t imagine that changed. But no matter what happens between you and Jacob, saving him was the right choice.” As the sun steadily rose on the eastern horizon, Jacob’s … More Hunting Season—Part 8
I pulled the 35-year-old photo from my purse and handed it to her. It was nestled in front of a piece of cardboard inside a plastic sandwich bag. “Ohhh.” She let out a breath as she studied the photo of her in a pink ballgown and my father in his black tuxedo. A single teardrop … More Satin Slippers
“Jacob must be a very special young man for you to want to protect him,” Esther said as she gently squeezed Delilah’s hand and held the young woman’s gaze. “You can still emancipate him. But it comes at a significant cost… and you’re the one who must pay the price. Are you sure he’s worth … More Hunting Season—Part 7
Delilah sat across from her in the other chair, occasionally glancing toward Jacob as she picked at her fingernails. Abigail sensed waves of fear radiating from her twin and felt the tightness in her sister’s chest as if it were her own body being squeezed. “We can ask Pa to spare Jacob,” Delilah suggested. Abigail … More Hunting Season—Part 6
As she became better acquainted with Jacob, Delilah perceived a bond developing between them. He wasn’t merely a young, smart, healthy male. He was kind, thoughtful, and shy, with a vulnerability she found extremely appealing. Never had she spent time with someone like him, and she didn’t want to give him up. Astonished, she realized … More Hunting Season—Part 5
The familiarity of her bare skin piqued his senses, yet elicited caution from the analytical side of his mind. He chided himself for being wary of her. You’re an idiot. Don’t worry. She’s a beautiful girl, and she likes you. What’s wrong with that? The interior of the farmhouse surprised Jacob. When Delilah pushed open the weathered … More Hunting Season—Part 4
Delilah continued to massage his arm, which initiated a chemical transfer between them. Her fingers absorbed the excess cortisol in his blood as they released oxytocin from her body into his arm. After several minutes, Jacob relaxed his grip on the wheel, and his breathing slowed. Delilah sensed a change in Jacob’s mood. She glanced … More Hunting Season—Part 3
The emptiness of the unlit country road unnerved him. He barely knew these two sisters and wasn’t sure who he might find at their house. Their father? Older brothers? As they sped through the pitch-black night, Jacob’s thoughts fixated on stories he’d heard about rural, backwater communities in the Florida panhandle. With Delilah in the … More Hunting Season—Part 2
Delilah noticed a young man watching her. He sat near the water’s edge on a towel spread in the sand. She smiled at him, thinking he was probably a college student in his early twenties. She could tell her smile surprised him. His eyes widened and he stilled, as though frozen in that moment. Abigail … More Hunting Season—Part 1
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