“Once again, Jake held Lily's hand tight as they made their way across the creek, loud and swollen, the morning mist rising over it like a ghost.” — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“Both possessing remarkably rich southern drawls, words loitered on their tongues like drunken drifters when they spoke.” — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“Long and slender in her tailored pencil skirt, Grace Lyndon stood on her executive desk, balancing in her fine designer heels, reaching for a… — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
A good fragrance is really a powerful cocktail of memories and emotion. — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“Rain pounded on the Packard, reverberating through the car and into her bones. The wipers going full speed, banging on the steel frame of… — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“Lily lay back in Jake's arms looking at the timbered roof overhead, planks and beams smooth and worn, antiqued by a century of summers.” — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“And just stared, unmoved, as though watching a world in which she was no longer an inhabitant.” — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“Inside the car, Lily stared at the tree right in front of her as bucketfuls of wet Georgia red clay, the color of blood,… — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“I'm just a girl Jake" "I think you're that, and much, much more." Another long moment. Lily found herself returning his smile, finding her… — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
An apple tree is just like a person. In order to thrive, it needs companionship that's similar to it in some ways, but quite… — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“The world was such a different place, but there were the same stars, the same kinds of yearnings beneath them.” — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
