“Sii la mia schiava d’amore,” I purr. Her expression is guarded. “What did you say?” An amused smile pulls at my lips.… — Lisa Desrochers Love Copy Share Image
“I walk up right behind Frannie, where she’s sitting near the door, in time to hear her say, “You know what, Tay?… — Lisa Desrochers Friendship Copy Share Image
