“I looked at the images hanging on the walls, wanting to find those things in her pictures. My favorite was directly across from me: a photo of a beaten, weathered hull of a rowboat. I knew about as much about… — Leesa Freeman Copy Share Image
“She turned and smiled. “Kitchen-sink pasta.” “My favorite. But you really ought to come up with a better name for it than kitchen-sink pasta.… — Leesa Freeman Copy Share Image
“I looked at the images hanging on the walls, wanting to find those things in her pictures. My favorite was directly across from me:… — Leesa Freeman Copy Share Image
“Her knees gave slightly at the thought, and as my arms tightened around her to keep her upright, she managed a breathless uh-huh with… — Leesa Freeman Copy Share Image
“What looks good to you?” he asked as if we were out for ice cream. Rocky road or pistachio? Like my Corvette sitting back… — Leesa Freeman Copy Share Image
