Courtney followed her friends into the corner supermarket with a lump in her throat, knowing full well what they were about to do. Having never robbed someone before, much less at gunpoint, she felt her participation would surely be a quatervois with no turning back.
I will not speak of who I am. I want to be happy and free, a woman with a man like Shep Huntleigh in one of my arms and a glass of the most expensive kind of liqueur in the other. Is that too much to ask? I should be a lady. I should be proper.