“Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.”… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,”… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right?… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag.” He… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Who are you?” he asked, in a bewildered tone. I cocked my head at him, totally baffled. “I told you. Anna Fisher.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“As we were about to cross the road, Davin suddenly grabbed my wrist and held me back a moment; a car peeled… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
