“black belt, and she’d earned the mother of all vendettas by leaving his bed without so much as a note. They’d been… — Jeri Smith-Ready Black belt Copy Share Image
“He leaned in. “Kiss me, one last time.” I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time,… — Jeri Smith-Ready Copy Share Image
“Hey, it’s not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don’t get excited.” “Too late.”… — Jeri Smith-Ready Copy Share Image
