Whatever could it mean, she wondered? With a flutter of anticipation, she had, of course, recognized the handsome gentleman from Selinda’s ball. Used as she was to an existence devoted to diversion, the ghost had found recent events somewhat dampening, despite her keen interest. Thus she was now ...
If only she could disappear into Manny’s life, instead of her own. Waking to the purring of the orange cat, the scents of the safe warm kitchen, falling asleep against his shoulder each night—but that wasn’t an option. He’d told her to be realistic. “Damn.” She took a de...
The fair weather had finally forsaken them, but though the wind whistled round the corners of Rosewood Cottage, all was snug within. “... x, y, and zed,” Jane pronounced slowly from the little book before her. “Very good,” Marianne smiled. “You and ...