Her skin sizzled with sudden anticipation half a second before someone walked up beside her and Frank said, “Figured you wouldn’t be able to avoid

Katie could admit she understood why most of the women in Waterbury made a play for Frankie Hartigan. He was mountain man tall, professional wrestler

“Earth to Katie,” Connie said between drinks. “Who made you shmile like thas?”  Katie schooled her face to something more neutral, because they were still

Hartigans should come with a warning label.  No, that wouldn’t be enough. There should also be sirens, alarm bells, six-foot-high razor wire, a full military