K. J. Steele books

No Story to Tell

It’s almost eight o’clock; the boys will be here anytime now.” “All right, already. Relax a minute, will ya. I’m just gonna have a quick shower.” “Bobby! You can’t have a shower, they’ll be—” The roar of water crushed her protest mid stream. Tears stung in her eyes as she whirled around, clenched...