The haughty bitch puffed up like a rooster ready for a fight.

Emotions clouded his judgment and made the tightrope of deception more dangerous.

The door slid towards them like a freight train. One huge leap and they were clear with inches to spare. Icy water filled her white, leather sneakers and seeped into her denim jeans like kerosene rising in a wick.

The winds were howling out of the Northeast as the sport boat pitched and rolled in the angry sea. The driving rain went unnoticed as the waves crashed over the bow and top of the cabin. Radar and GPS saw what human eyes could not.

Harry wanted to knock a few teeth out of the artificially straightened set, but he resisted the urge.

Cornered, Will punted. He had worked in a cut-throat world long enough to know that he would get the ball back and score.

The boats raced towards each other like mounted knights bearing lances.They would hit like Somalian pirates, swiftly and under the cover of darkness.

Reality smacked like a bucket of ice water.

The emotional rollercoaster she was riding was taking another downhill run.