Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?
J.R. WardI miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.
J.R. WardWell...he's back in an exam room. Should I get out a quarter?" Everybody groaned. There was only one He out of the legions of male patients they treated, and coin bingo was typically how the staff decided who had to deal with him.
J.R. WardV tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. "My monster needs to get out. Especially now.
J.R. Ward