Her suede bag slipped off her shoulder so she clutched at the strap, walked over to the driver’s side of the car, yanked the door open and slumped onto the seat. “Damn you,” she muttered. Pulling the door shut, she stabbed the key into the ignition,...
It had been a dramatic afternoon. She’d popped in to work, supposedly for a quick meeting, but the discussion had taken much longer than expected. Now, she felt tired but exhilarated. Most of all, she felt glad to be home. With Stefan. Claire dropped her bag and briefcase ...
She looked despondent as a raspberry fell off the spoon and onto her plate so she scooped it up, staring at it as though the feat was a major success. It was only dessert but she was taking it so seriously that it made him smile. Concentrating hard on her food, her express...