A dry sour taste in my mouth. The smell of disinfectant and alcohol. A murmur of voices nearby. Blinding light that made me squeeze my eyes shut again after one quick blink. And pain. A deep throb that seemed to pulse toward me from a great distance, washing over me in waves. “Rachel?” a female v...
Neither her sour expression nor her shapeless supermarket smock succeeded in making her blend into her drab surroundings. With wavy red-gold hair, creamy skin, and doll-like features, she was a knockout who turned heads everywhere she went.Her customer, an elderly woman with white hair, fluttered...
She braced for the hit, but he nearly knocked her off-balance when he flung himself into her arms.“Hey, whoa, take it easy,” she pleaded, laughing. She returned his ferocious hug and kissed the top of his head. Being a boy, he might not let her do that much longer, and she intended to take advant...