“He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac’s good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I’m a… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away.… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Thank god for Vegas. Seriously. A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not… — Christy Heron Copy Share Image
