“He looked up through long, wet lashes and narrowed crystal-blue eyes at her. With a final swipe of the towel to his head, he bunched it up in his fist. The gray ball was sent hurling in the air, spiraled… — Michele Mannon Copy Share Image
“He looked up through long, wet lashes and narrowed crystal-blue eyes at her. With a final swipe of the towel to his head, he… — Michele Mannon Copy Share Image
“My fiancé. She fought back a scream. Who cheated on me, dropped me on national television, shattered my ankle, and—as if that isn’t bad… — Michele Mannon Copy Share Image
“What is this?” she coughed out. “All you’re gonna get…or maybe not.” The last bit was said in such a deep, throaty voice, she… — Michele Mannon Copy Share Image
