If you’re not padded like the Michelin Man, you’re not going to be warm enough.” Avery flung a coat at her from an overstuffed rack that looked like it belonged in Mrs. Claus’s closet. “I’m going to look ginormous.” Sloan held up the thickly padded coat that resembled a down comforter and sighed....
“Care to join me for one more cocktail?” “I’d love to.” They took the elevator to The Lounge, the San Francisco skyline spread out before them as they took a seat at the windows. Within moments, a waitress had greeted them with a small bowl of light...
If you’d want to have me along.” Avery was lying spooned in his arms, her hand tight in his. It was only when she turned to face him that Roman realized he was holding his breath. “For my conference?” “Yeah. I know you have t...