“You don’t like my restaurant, Miss Connor?” “I couldn’t say since the waiting list to get in is six months long.” One side of his mouth curved up. “This is true.” His finger lingered, and I tried to swallow the… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“The bourbon goes into the recipe, Miss Connor, not into you,” he’d said from directly behind me. He had a way of doing that,… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“The truth is I’m a chicken shit coward who’s afraid of a girl like you. When I’m with you, I want things I never… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“Her brother really was devastatingly handsome in a disheveled, wise-ass sort of way. Females followed him around like he was the Pied Piper of… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“What is the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich, exactly?” Tess asked, pursing her lips. Erin knew it was her attempt at making light… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“Erin’s throat closed up a little. “We slept together after knowing each other for three hours,” she whispered. “Why are you whispering? There’s no… — Jenny Lyn 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 side of… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“She's a big girl, Syd, and Deke is not an ogre. He doesn't eat little pixies for breakfast and pick his teeth with their… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
