It was Find Reagan’s Wedding Shoes Saturday. They’d met for breakfast and were now fueled and ready to go. Reagan had some ideas she had pinned on Pinterest and she was showing them to Kate as a lady in a white coat wrestled the door locks open. “So are you going flats or ...
They’d all pitched in loading the truck and agreed the evening was a success. Of course, Logan had managed to write down a couple of things on his yellow pad, including that he wanted to add the new drink she’d created at the run-through on the next menu for The Yard. The excitement and pride in ...
It took her a minute to figure out where she was and then she sank into a smile. It wasn’t a dream. Peter had carried her from the couch in the early morning, taken her to his bed, and made love to her again. This time it was slow and achingly tender. The urgency was replaced by soft and total ad...