Sloan watched her arranging the artwork he’d purchased from her gallery on the kitchen wall. Rather, he watched her ass wiggle as she stretched to hang the item in the perfect spot. “How about here?” “Looks great cariña.” “You said that last time. Are you giving me an honest opinion or staring at...
He’d lift the two ounce glass up, sniff the strong spirits and then set it back down to stare intently at the contents. Anger clouded his judgment and hurt seized his heart. In his gut he hoped she wouldn’t get rid of their child. A small amount of guilt tugged at him for demanding she be out of ...
He tossed back a shot of whiskey and chased it with a beer. The band on stage lacked anything remotely remarkable. “You sure this next band is good?” “Damn good. The lead singer is over there sitting with her band chatting.” Jackson pointed. Jimmy f...
You knew the answer before asking.” Mia flipped on her turn signal to move over a lane. “What Ash?” Her sullen teenage daughter muttered under her breath and turned away, closing off. Teenage angst—her least favorite part of parenting. What kind of parent lets their kid plan an unchaperoned party...