*Discovering Dani and The Way Home (Book 2 of the Jamesville series) aren't as spicy as the rest of the books in the series.
Dani rinsed the bucket and dried it with a rag, returning it to the small utility closet in the kitchen. Kicking the door closed with her foot, she dropped the rag into her own box. She ran tomorrow’s schedule over in her mind as she checked to make sure she had all her supplies and tools packed. Satisfied she had everything she’d brought with her, she lowered the lid and snapped it shut.
She knew she had only one job tomorrow afternoon, but it would take almost the entire afternoon. That left only the morning free for her to run errands and to Christmas shop. Earlier this morning, she’d managed to find two sweaters on sale, one each, for Patrick and Shamus. Those packages were tucked away in the truck, but she wanted to look for new jeans for both her brothers. They wore them out quickly at their ages.
With her mind on her shopping, she picked up her belongings, swung around, and remembered the briefcase a fraction of a second too late. She dropped her own box and made a wild grab, but it was too late. She cringed as the case hit the floor, handle-side down, and popped open, strewing papers everywhere.
“Oh my, Lord,” she gasped out, horrified that she might have damaged the briefcase and its contents. Dropping to her knees, Dani frantically started to gather the papers together. She was so focused on her task, she never heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Dani had only a second to register the fury in the male voice before she was forcibly spun around and found herself trapped by eyes gone black with anger.