“I’m asking you to give me a chance, however slim, to prove myself.” My throat tightened. “Cade…I’m not a science experiment.” “Good… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Sweetness, what are you doing? Hank’s kind of party is rated XXX and most likely illegal somewhere in the world. I promise… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“You know, Shayla called dibs on you earlier. Perhaps you--” “I call dibs on you. Dance with me.” — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“How many others will come, Ivy? How many more will appear to kiss my wife goodbye?” Crap-shit! No Midnight? She rolled her… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“I have something for you, Midnight.” She closed her eyes, not looking at him. “What now? A leash perhaps?” — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
