“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
“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… — 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… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
