This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.

Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.

Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.

But not all scars showed, did they?

You're so far off base this time you can't even see the base!

Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.