A personal shopper had picked out items in advance—a couple of dresses, more jeans, some stylish blouses and tasteful but damn sexy undergarments. All fit perfectly and flattered my complexion and figure. Black left without paying, flipping a casual wave at the attendant. ...
Eyelids flickering open, she saw Calvin sitting in the tufted chair next to the bed, his acoustic guitar on his lap. A lazy smile tugged at her lips. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Good morning, babe.” He shifted his grip on the fretboard to strike a chord and then slid his fingers back to ano...
There were more aunties, uncles, cousins, parents, grandparents and great-grandparents than Clarissa could shake a stick at. The picnic tables overflowed with salads, grilled fish, sashimi, sliced fruit and of course the star of the show, the kalua pig. Mika had traded shifts with a coworker to a...