She climbed off the bed and ran to Jon, reaching up and cupping his face between her hands. “Smile again.” He laughed, but he smiled, too. And she knew. “You’re not related to Luke Winchester,” she stated. &...
Did she have to listen to Max’s lecture again? Lauren wondered, feeling a tad foolish standing in the shade of a palm on the corner of Cocoanut Row and Cocoanut Walk, wearing a not-quite-fashionable motorcycle helmet that afforded her only a small measure of anonymity. The...
