“Who is that girl?” Loretta demanded one evening. “What girl?” Hunter felt heat rising up his neck and avoided meeting his wife’s flashing blue gaze. “ That girl, the one who seems to have something in her eye.” Hunter obliged… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“It seemed to Hunter that every time he turned around, Bright Star hovered nearby, fluttering her lashes and blushing, making such an obvious play for Hunter’s affections that he knew it couldn’t escape his wife’s notice for long. Hunter didn’t… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
