“Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.” — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Ta-ta?” she asked Jack, once Jessica was out of earshot. “I can't believe you went out with a woman who uses that… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Careful,” he chided with a grin. “First you talk marriage and now you're telling me what to eat. You're sounding more and… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“You are still the creator of your own destiny. Don't overlook the journey.” — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also." Special?… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Wait a minute,” Sandra said, sounding skeptical. “You were really stuck?” Things were starting to get worse. Her mouth dropped open and… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Mr. St.— I mean, Mr. Da— I mean Damon,” she said, quickly standing. She banged her knee against her desk drawer and stars clouded… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“B-but I saw my pantyhose on your lampshade.” Damon’s face colored, and he had the decency to look slightly guilty. “Right. There might have… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.” — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Special. Cute. Friends. He wished she'd just cut his testicles off and be done with it already. Depending on the next adjective she chose… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Ta-ta?” she asked Jack, once Jessica was out of earshot. “I can't believe you went out with a woman who uses that interjection.” “I… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Careful,” he chided with a grin. “First you talk marriage and now you're telling me what to eat. You're sounding more and more like… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“You are still the creator of your own destiny. Don't overlook the journey.” — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Arrr, shiver me timbers,” he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye and hooked his thumbs in his pants. “This… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Stalking?” Brad made a face, drawing back as if he’d been asked to host a Pampered Chef party. “I didn’t say anything about stalking.… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Sorry, Sam, but I call 'em like see 'em. When you hire a nanny for the kids, you hire Mrs. Doubtfire. When you hire… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also." Special? Sam cocked… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“Wait a minute,” Sandra said, sounding skeptical. “You were really stuck?” Things were starting to get worse. Her mouth dropped open and she began… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
