“It felt like an eternity before he gingerly lifted himself from the table and staggered backwards. Glass shards protruded from chest to groin. The guy looked like a bloody porcupine. A cute, tall bloody porcupine. I’m tall too. Five foot… — Betsy Cook Speer Copy Share Image
“I recalled thinking...His freakishly tidy side could be a problem. To say that neatness was not my strong suit would be a crime against, well, the truth.” — Betsy Cook Speer Copy Share Image
“If and when I found him and he hadn’t got his danger fix, he’d be way more than just disgruntled. More like royally ticked… — Betsy Cook Speer Copy Share Image
“It felt like an eternity before he gingerly lifted himself from the table and staggered backwards. Glass shards protruded from chest to groin. The… — Betsy Cook Speer Copy Share Image
“I recalled thinking...His freakishly tidy side could be a problem. To say that neatness was not my strong suit would be a crime against,… — Betsy Cook Speer Copy Share Image
