“Can we do this again tomorrow?” he asked, increasing the speed of his pedals and shooting off in front of them. “No, probably not. And don’t go too far ahead,” Isabel cautioned him. It was a familiar routine—riding in a loop around their neighborh...
herself. Earlier that year, she had suffered a miscarriage, which led to the dissolution of her marriage. Now, she was thirty-six-years old, woefully alone and single, and feeling well-past her prime. Starting a business, centered on serving up omelets and romance to happy loving couples, was ...
type, so why did she even care? But Susan did care, and for some reason, the knowledge that she would never have the chance to be the “fling-off-her-top-and-dance-drunk-on-tables” type was more the point. Why on earth would she ever want to be like them, anyway? Susan despised those “fling-off...
The driver rolled up to the curb. Miles jumped out of the limo before its wheels stopped. No, it was not going to end like this—not before they had a chance to truly explore what was growing between them. Miles charged up to the front foyer of the apartment complex. It was almost midnight an...