“God.” Jules sighed longingly. “You don’t even know. That man’s hotter than Georgia asphalt in July.” — Kele Moon Copy Share Image
“A fine bunch of humanity,” Natalie nodded. “I’d give anything to treat an ear infection right now.” “An infected cut,” Jules sighed wistfully. “Food poisoning,” Natalie said dreamily and lay next to him, intensely aware of the close distance between… — Kate Kennelly Copy Share Image
