Nick Rawlinson gazed from his family room window in disbelief at the house next door. He’d assumed some company specializing in home renovations had purchased the ramshackle old place with the crumbling front steps and the sagging roof. Apparently not. Two men were scuttling back and forth up the...
Sitting beside her on the couch, wrapped in a soft as silk fleece wrap, her fourteen going-on-forty year old daughter snorted. “Yeah, right!” Marcy looked at her. “What?” “Mom, it’s a nice fantasy, but let’s get real.” “People fall in love and get married all the time.” “Well, I’m not holding my ...