“me get you a napkin,” a deep, worried voice said. Two patrons rushed over and shoved napkins in her direction. “Are you okay?” an older woman” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“and shoved napkins in her direction. “Are you okay?” an older woman asked. Tears sprang from the corners of Danica’s closed eyes. Damn it. Her entire” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“You sure you can get away?” he asked, knowing there was nothing that would” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“No. I’m fine.” All these numbers are blurring together, and I see Treat on every page.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“The way he said delicious made her lick her lips. “Tell me something you” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“When you think you’re done with something, look it over again and see how you can make it better.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“Love is not something you can turn on or off. It sneaks up on you and wraps itself around your nerves. It seeps into… — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“No, baby. We don’t own. We are one. We share, we love, we protect, but we don’t own.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“sent pain across her nose and below her eyes. “I’m so sorry. Let me get you a napkin,” a deep, worried voice said.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“being she had ever seen. Oh shit. “I’m…What…?” Come on, girl. Get it together. He’s probably an egomaniac. “I’m so sorry.” His voice was… — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“golden and worn, the dingy color of mustard powder. A piano sat off to the side, with photographs” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“We were all here, and she came to see you, so I’m not sure what she really wanted to say to you, but you… — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
