Something unspoken hung in the air between them.Helma realized that she and Cole were a surprisingly good team, not just with the Westwood corporate gig but even when it came to pulling off a con. They were in sync.She pulled out her phone. "Got us a reservation. We head out now; we'll make it jus
Jordan hoisted the tattooed bruiser, who must've weighed at least 250 pounds. Helma's eyes nearly popped out. Did he not just say that lugging a hundred kilos of gold wrecked his back? What was this, then?Jordan tossed the guy around like a giant stuffed toy, slammed him on the ground a couple of t
The girl was laughing and crying, too choked up to speak.Someone passed her a mic, and the crowd was all eyes and cameras."I will," the girl finally said, "forever."Helma's gaze flickered, a pang of emptiness hitting her out of nowhere."There's no such thing as 'forever', just the here and now,"
Owen did not seem the least bit surprised that Cole was with Helma, his voice challenging, "Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, but you're out of the running, buddy. The Millen family hasn't forgotten what you've done."Helma, anxious to prevent a clash, interjected with a frown, "Hand the phone back
Chris was confused but could not help smiling when he saw Wanda and then Neil, who had stuck around all night."Mom, you should head to bed."Mira, sharp as ever, caught on to what was happening."I've been here all night with you guys, and I'm beat. I can't keep up with you youngsters anymore. I'm
Helma had been sitting for what felt like an eternity, her mind insisting that she needed to chill out and sort through the tangled feelings of these two hot-headed souls.She waited until the first light of dawn painted the sky. Then Helma got up and made her way to the bathroom.After a refreshin
Rubbing her forehead, Helma checked her phone. It felt like she had barely closed her eyes, but it was already four in the afternoon.She got dressed and headed downstairs.Mary and Jade were mid-conversation in the living room.Helma scanned the room. "Where's Uncle?""He's at the office," Mary rep
Helma's grin said it all. She loved getting her way, especially if it made Grandma smile. On TV, Chris was the picture of suave, answering questions with his trademark charm. Dressed to the nines in a black suit with subtle silver threads, he was the epitome of elegance. "Cousin's got style, no dou