My jaw hangs loose. Eric coughs, drawing my attention. He gives me his dumbass-we’re-still-on-air look. I grab a tissue from the box at the far end of my on-stage desk and pull my shit together. “And that’s all part of the excitement of live television. You never know what might happen.” I slap o...
A fourth at the end of the Buckners’ drive. Thugs One and Two alternate guarding their door and checking the perimeter. It’s been two days since I sent Buck home after I so stupidly told him about my miscarriage. Since then, he’s been over here five times, carrying a bigger more elaborate bouquet...