“Laughter greeted Clint’s ears at the open doorway—rich, soft laughter, like the creamy center of a melted caramel. The kind of laughter that made you want to wrap yourself up in it and stay a while. Clint stopped in the… — Suzanne Ferrell Copy Share Image
“A man’s soft laughter echoed in the hall by the kitchen and she heard the rush of someone darting past the office. Somehow she felt comforted and didn’t bother to turn around. The next afternoon, Emily moved into History House.” — Judith Baller-Fabian Copy Share Image
