Her small frame tucked against him. The silk of her hair on his cheek. Her perfume of patchouli and vanilla and warmth. It wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough. When she’d opened the gate to let him in, happiness had trampled him. If he’d ever doubted goodness in the universe, his faith had been ...
Watching from the glass panel next to the entrance, Wes swallowed, thinking that those were the same legs that had been tangled with his only hours before. He backed away from the door before anyone noticed him ogling. Before Corinne noticed. The class would be over any mi...
Landry. A million shots of adrenaline jabbed into her, and she came to her senses. She could only remember climbing onto her bike and later crossing Johnston Street. The rest of her ride was a blank; her attention was still in Malcolm Vashal’s office. Maren shook her head ...