He donned his jeans and exited the bathroom. He could hear a muffled voice below that was definitely male and instantly went on high alert. Taking the stairs two at a time, he found Erica in the living room. She sat on the couch, her face in her hands, shoulders hunched in misery with a man befor...
Cathy stabbed into her cake, the odd silent treatment making the last ten minutes feel like an hour. Since arriving, Cathy refused to speak a word and Bridget waited for her friend to reveal the source of her discontent. “Are you mad at me?” Bridget asked finally. Cathy pushed her plate away, for...