I whispered.He’d grown a goatee in the months since I’d last seen him. A charcoal-gray crewneck t-shirt with long sleeves and a pair of off-black jeans fitted him like a second skin. He’d let his hair grow out, and he looked edgy, dangerous and sexy as all hell.At first his face lit up when he sa...
One of the Paris packs owned a large chateau about an hour outside the city. Chartered buses had been set up to ferry those of us not privileged enough to rate lodging there back and forth to the city. At 5:45 PM I boarded one of these buses, hoping I wouldn’t see anyone I knew. I wasn’t ready ye...