Sophie Van Der Stap books

The Girl With Nine Wigs

Someone is lying next to me in bed. I blink, and for a minute he’s gone. Open, closed, open, closed. Open. Deeply tanned shoulders, back, and arms. Brown hair speckled with gray, and that oh-so-handsome face. He looks as if he just stepped out of a Marlboro campaign. He has his arms crossed and h...