“His smile was slow to spread over his face. As it grew, something warm slid through her belly, warming her from the inside like a pumpkin spice latte on a cool fall night. Red alert. That’s a ten-forty-two. Charming jock… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“(Chris) “Katie, seriously. He’s a jock with entitlement issues. What about that could I possibly like?” “Well…” Her friend trailed off and Chris could… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“Why the hell are we going to dance up on platforms like go-go dancers? We’ll look like strippers.” “Don’t take any money. It doesn’t… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“We can only be ourselves in the long run. Everyone can be someone else for a time. Actors have jobs for a reason. But… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“She shrugged one shoulder, shifting the fabric of her shirt to drop over the other one, exposing her shoulder. He was thirteen again. That… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“(Brett) “Making friends?” She jerked, then her spine straightened into posture nuns would be proud of and she turned her head. “He’s hard to… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“As she relaxed against his chest, he pulled her in closer. Turning her face into his shirt, she breathed in the calming scent that… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“(Brett) “Never been to a football game either?” His voice lowered to a gravelly hush. “Well, like I said. We’ll make up for lost… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“He (Brett) handed her the drink over her shoulder. She looked up and smiled, saying thanks. The table was covered with notepads and pens.… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“His tongue swept in, gentle and sweet, but also intense. She tasted spearmint, like he’d been chewing gum. He smelled like grass from the… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“She’d been given gifts before. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets. Weekend trips to the Bahamas or a day at the spa. Expensive—but meaningless—trinkets that showed Dax… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
“Following their line of vision, he found the distraction. The damn tennis team, running the perimeter of the football field in some half-assed formation,… — Jeanette Murray Copy Share Image
