She was packing some of the stock back into the original packaging, hoping they could be returned. “May I ask what you are doing?” the customer asked. Olivia looked up to see William standing before her. “Dad!” she squealed, her face lighting up immediately. “Good, then that despair on your face ...
The thought of having to tell Ryan he wanted to talk to Goth-Chic alone made beads of sweat form on his forehead. He still wasn’t sure what had gone on between Ryan and Ellie the night before. Had Ryan tried to make a move on Ellie? The idea was making Tom’s ego take a bruising. He had never lost...