“The bourbon goes into the recipe, Miss Connor, not into you,” he’d said from directly behind me. He had a way of… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“She'd been covered in sweat after her hike with Leo, for instance. And also after their session in his bedroom... But she… — Erin La Rosa Copy Share Image
“You don’t like my restaurant, Miss Connor?” “I couldn’t say since the waiting list to get in is six months long.” One… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
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