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He cocked a brow. "When we left? He
kicked us out."
Oh well, looks weren’t supposed to
matter anyway, were they?
“That’s because
Grady—”
“Don’t you dare tell
me!”
V.L. Locey (Multicultural Romance)
The next morning found me curled up with one of the handsomest men
I know.
Eric and I sat down to a chilly
snow-laden afternoon in front of the TV. Since the snow was coming down hard,
there was a travel ban in the area, and we didn't lose power, we decided to
forgo work – we couldn't drive in that muck anyway – and catch a movie.
“I would feel so much
better if he was cheating on me with another woman, but a man, how
embarrassing.”
“Listen, no one needs to
know the truth but you and me.”
Standing in front of the mirror,
Kate plucked at her hair as her nerves kicked up. Blind date?
Sally admired the view of the form fitting jeans leaving her store. And then, reality set in with the age-old dilemma.
“Sir,” Sarah started, she twisted
her wedding ring around her finger. “As you can see I’m with child and I need
to be returned to my home.”
She couldn’t say she spent much time
ogling Lynne’s husband rear view, but she knew the superb butt wasn't Marc's.
Everyone called her a busybody, but
Ken’s interest in her potential marriage would make the most voracious gossip
proud.
Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes
drank their full of her. She was beautiful and while sleeping he could imagine
her to be an angel, but he knew better
"I'd
love a chance to ring his bell."
It
was evident the shooter was extremely familiar with the terrain but it didn’t stop
Sloan from gaining ground. He was stronger, his stride was longer and he was on
a mission. He had to know where the pink paint came from.
“Tell
me, Ms. Delaney, does your passion for travel extend to visiting eighth century
Northumbria?”
