“Mr. St.— I mean, Mr. Da— I mean Damon,” she said, quickly standing. She banged her knee against her desk drawer and stars clouded her vision from the pain. More smoothness on her part. He quirked an eyebrow. “Just Damon… — 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 been a very short attempt at a strip tease on your part.” She raised her hands… — 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
