He wanted to pat himself on the back for not grabbing one of the hot croissants he’d bought for Rye and consuming it on the drive up.“You know,” said Rye, who was lounging on the couch watching ESPN’s Sports Center when he walked into the den, “it’s a good thing we’ve been friends so long or you ...
Sitting there in the muted lamplight, she looked heart–stoppingly beautiful. Somewhere along the way, her small and slender figure had transformed into a tight and sleek little package that he was just waiting to unwrap.“I hope you didn’t make supper,” Rye said shifting on his feet when she didn’...
His foot tapped with impatience, and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.Had he come to the same conclusion she had?Would he call it quits between them over lunch? Well, she was of the same mind, even though it broke her heart to even think about it.“I’m ready,” she called out, picking up her black clutch ...