Summer Session (Harper Jennings, Book 1)
the 1st in a brand new sequence from the writer of the ‘Zoe Hayes’ books - Harper Jennings is an Iraqi struggle veteran with PTSD. Now a instructing assistant at Cornell, her lifestyles is rosy till, accomplishing upkeep on their domestic, her husband Hank falls off the roof. The coincidence damages his mind and brings again bad warfare thoughts for Harper. As Hank is taken care of on the prestigious Cayuga Neurological heart, Harper’s flashbacks subside – until eventually, in the course of category, her pupil jumps out of the window. all of sudden, Harper is swept up in suicide, robbery, betrayal and homicide – and all of the sufferers hook up with her
Heard gunfire, hunkered down. What have been these drugs? Did Ron learn about the opposite incidents? He needs to. The police may have informed him. yet why hadn’t he advised her approximately them? probably, she reasoned, simply because he knew the capsules had not anything to do with them. ‘Well, in the event you knew the drugs got here from the guts, why didn’t you check with humans there? They’d let you know what they were.’ Charlene Rivers smiled. Her smile used to be a grim-looking factor, twisting downward on the facets. ‘Good suggestion, Mrs Jennings. in truth, we.
Harper shivered as she paced in circles round them, guarding her pack, touching Gwen’s shoulder or patting Cathy’s head. Her scholars trusted her, so she remained on top of things, heading off the flash of explosives, the flames nipping at her abdominal, the bullets whizzing earlier her ears. She pressed the pencil element into her palm, hoping that soreness may carry her within the second. Or that Graham’s damaged physique might magically mend itself and stand, revealing a tasteless functional shaggy dog story. Or an acrobatics.
Didn’t say whatever, simply stored taking a look at her. Harper regarded again. His stare used to be excessive, probing. She back it, oddly engrossed, reading his positive factors. They have been symmetrical, smooth yet nonetheless manly. And his lips – oh expensive. They appeared gentle and plump. most likely, he used to be a sluggish and gentle kisser, the type who slides and slips, lightly urgent and liberating. She may possibly virtually believe it. yet Ron stood, providing now not his lips yet his arm to escort her out of the eating place. Wow! the place was once her brain.
at the very least now not here.’ She held herself inflexible. ‘Someplace else then?’ while she didn’t reply, Ron took a deep breath. ‘Are you sure?’ No, Harper wasn’t, yet she nodded, sure. She pictured ripping his outfits off, puzzled what his chest may seem like. used to be it rippled? thin? Freckled? Sprinkled with delicate hairs? Ron leaned opposed to the window, an arm at the guidance wheel, immediately composed. ‘OK.’ Harper concept she heard a hint of annoyance in his voice. ‘Let’s simply move cost where out.’.
Up. may she take him down? ‘You’d be clever to cooperate, Mrs Jennings.’ rather? He was once threatening her? Harper’s nostrils flared. ‘Dr Wyatt. am i able to see your arms?’ Wyatt blinked swiftly, his head tilted. ‘What?’ ‘It was once you, wasn’t it? at the Suspension Bridge—’ ‘On the what? Mrs Jennings. simply inform me what i have to know.’ Dr Wyatt wheezed. He waited. ‘I don’t be aware of anything.’ Wyatt sighed deeply. Watched the ceiling. Didn’t step out of how. ‘You comprehend, each physician within the nation.