“You sure you can get away?” he asked, knowing there was nothing that would” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“You sure you can get away?” he asked, knowing there was nothing that would” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“No. I’m fine.” All these numbers are blurring together, and I see Treat on every page.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“The way he said delicious made her lick her lips. “Tell me something you” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“When you think you’re done with something, look it over again and see how you can make it better.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“Love is not something you can turn on or off. It sneaks up on you and wraps itself around your nerves. It seeps into… — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“No, baby. We don’t own. We are one. We share, we love, we protect, but we don’t own.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“sent pain across her nose and below her eyes. “I’m so sorry. Let me get you a napkin,” a deep, worried voice said.” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“being she had ever seen. Oh shit. “I’m…What…?” Come on, girl. Get it together. He’s probably an egomaniac. “I’m so sorry.” His voice was… — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“golden and worn, the dingy color of mustard powder. A piano sat off to the side, with photographs” — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
“We were all here, and she came to see you, so I’m not sure what she really wanted to say to you, but you… — Melissa Foster Copy Share Image
