Not in the middle of a glow-in-the-dark golf course, anyway. First of all, she and JB were surrounded by twenty cranky nine-year-olds who were waiting impatiently to tee off. Not exactly the setting for pouncing. Corliss had considered inviting JB over to Uncle Ross’s and somehow muscling him int...
Corliss Meyers was having a breakdown at 65 miles per hour. She’d just caught sight of herself in the rearview mirror and what she saw was not pretty. Ohmygod, could I be any paler? My complexion is the color of Toaster Strudel! This would not do on the most important day of her life. Which this ...