“Take the backseat with him,” Sam said, climbing behind the wheel and revving the engine. She peeked through the back window and saw Blake sprawled out and moaning. From the god-awful smell that hit her when she opened the door, it was clear that someone had been puking. With as much gentleness a...
To say it was a relief would have been an understatement. It was difficult to impress a girl when I had to spend so much time worrying about my next phonic attack, although I had to admit, Shannon had been a trooper. She rarely jumped when I blurted my F-bombs. Regardless, I still hated not being...
In her haste to get to Greg, she’d torn out of the house without grabbing a jacket. During the autumn months in New York, a jacket was as necessary as shoes. The only sound during the miserable fifteen-minute ride had been Matilda’s hoarse crying and the steady click of the taxicab’s meter. Sarah...