“Do you think he even knows?” Oscar whispered. Ira sat with a plunk on the couch. “Knows what?” “You’ve obviously never had the privilege of meeting Stuart McGreenery,” Camille said. Ira snorted. “I’d certainly like to meet the bastard now,… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Still, a thrill raced through her when she thought about the one thing she would have. Camille wrapped her arms around Oscar’s waist and held him, breathing in his distinctive scent. It was such a small detail about him. She… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
