Between trying to relax in a bed that had been built for a seven-year-old and being horny, it had been a long night. He’d gone to bed way before he was sleepy but if he hadn’t he would have jumped Arabelle’s bones right there in that closet of a living room. How he’d kept from it was beyond him. ...
Normally, when he dismissed them at 4:30, he would have had a coaches’ meeting, but today he was going to do something nice for Townshend. He didn’t know what yet, but — after those Halloween night revelations — he was definitely going to try harder. He hadn’t seen her on Sunday. After the full w...
At least she never cried until she took care of business. As soon as she got home, she sat down and sent a text to Tolly, the friend she could most trust not to take things into her own hands “for Lucy’s own good.” I am home. I am fine. I don’t want to see or talk to anyone tonight and maybe not ...