She liked schedules. She did well with agendas and plans and structure. Today, though, there were so many stops and starts, usually involving tender kisses and less-than-innocent touches, that it took them forever to get out of the house. She couldn’t have cared less. Every touch made it worth th...
Her address’s only redeeming quality was that it put her close to the bus stop. Fat raindrops began to fall. The clean scent dissipated the overwhelming smell of pot as she passed the first drug dealer’s house. No one had to tell her not to slow dow...
Not wanting a confrontation with Cade over moving out of the house without his almighty consent, she’d sneaked to a side window. The tall window would open enough to let her slip the screen off, crawl out and disappear into the night unnoticed. Yeah, he’d figure it out and give her hell, but that...