“Knitting classes?” He’d known he was too old to bet on getting laid. Okay, not too old, since Fisher had, after a few shots and some brotherly arm-twisting, reluctantly agreed to the bet. Unfortunately, he’d picked a fine time to grow a conscience, or whatever it was that...
The woman never met a door she didn’t want to break down. Bree didn’t even need to look; she just stuck a finger in the air while she finished her daily phone call with Logan. She looked at her watch; Slater was due to call any minute. She had half a mind to just tell Logan to call Slater with th...