I'm welding the bimbo room shut.
He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.
I gave him my best cryptic smile. He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.
Did I hurt you in the parking lot?" "No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car." Great.
Julie was an issue riding on an issue and using a third issue for a whip.
I’d signed six things and my stack wasn’t getting any smaller. It was like the paperwork was breeding while I worked.