“What do you even want from me,” she grumbled, a tortured tone creeping into her voice. “You should go home to Liz, get married and take care of the baby…” Joe drew in a deep breath and exhaled audibly. ”Wow,… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
“Turn it off,” she said, her voice cracking. “It’s still good music,” Joe told her with an almost apologetic shrug. “It’s crap,” she breathed, still totally taken aback by the music playing again. He shook his head. “No, it’s not crap!” he said patiently and started peeling out of his sweater, trying hard not to get his braced hand caught… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share
“Chewing on his lip, he tried to make sense of this. There was something terribly wrong with the picture of her playing this CD.… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
“What do you even want from me,” she grumbled, a tortured tone creeping into her voice. “You should go home to Liz, get married… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
