“We always protect our heads, our faces,' he commented as he followed a half-step behind and to her left. It's pure instinct; to shield… — Melinda Cross Copy Share Image
“She turned her face to the glass window and smiled, waving goodbye to Robert, wondering if he were looking. That's the trouble with being… — Melinda Cross Copy Share Image
“I hate these affairs", he'd told her once, tearing up an engraved invitation to an exclusive charity ball. "They're the worst kind of discrimination.… — Melinda Cross Copy Share Image
“Cassie fumbled helplessly beneath the shade of the ancient oak, still searching for her second shoe.The first had been easy to find, having landed… — Melinda Cross Copy Share Image
