Bobbie took back the thought. The s’mores-inspired donuts smelled delicious. The bottle of red wine, thick picnic blanket, plus the lack of bra and panties under her light blue cotton shift were what pushed her to a new level of desperate. Ugh. She disliked that word with deep passion. Desperate....
Dr. Holland cleared his throat and tapped his pen. Carter had three minutes to get his butt into a chair, or their meeting would be postponed. House rule number four required every mediation participant to be on time with zero room for excuses. The medical tape across the bridge of Dr. Holland’s ...