“How old are you, Billie?” “Thirty-three.” “With such innocent eyes for a cutthroat Illicit reporter.” She studied his expression, found it sincere.… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“She grabbed her briefcase and took a step toward him. “You don’t have a last name?” “Everyone has a last name.” His… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“You can call me Benny," I offer, hoping to get on her good side. The last thing I need is some crazy… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“When Billie climbed into the taxi, Adrian paid the cab driver, then braced his forearms on the back window. “Billie. Have you… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he’d lost his best friend, or from… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He looked nearly inconspicuous, a handsome man in faded Levi’s and tennis shoes. A Yankees baseball cap covered his dark hair, the… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“Her breath snagged in her throat, her fingers faltering on her own aching flesh. She was shamefully wet. Shamefully needful. “Do you… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man’s… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“When she lifted her head to meet his gaze, his eyes were closed, lashes like inky brushstrokes on his cheeks. His palms… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“In her own fumbling way, she’d reminded him he was just a man, fallible, needful, a member of the supremely imperfect human… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He was a stranger, an alien creature, impossible to reach or understand. And still she wanted to try. “Tell me what you… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
