Pretty please, with a cherry on top?” Allie begged him. That girl just didn’t quit. Didn’t she know that he was seven years old, and boys his age don’t play wedding dress-up?“No. Scruffy and I are going hunting.” For emphasis, he patted the plastic cap gun resting in its holster on his hips.“You ...
Sure enough, Lacy was waiting by the mailbox for him. He wasted no time getting to her and wrapping his arms around her. His need for her touch could not be sated and they walked to his truck with their arms snugly around each other. Lacy sat beside him on the bench seat resting her hand firmly...