I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!" He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I don't like this," he complained. He'd been complaining since I'd scooted off the chaise ten minutes earlier, leaving him on it. "Just a little longer.I know it's not your sofa, but it's not that bad." He grimaced. "It smells… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
