If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsPhoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. โThereโs only one good use for a man like Heath Champion.โ โHere we go again,โ Molly muttered. Phoebeโs lip curled. โTarget practice.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsSomething snapped inside her. โOf course Iโm afraid! Relationships do bad things to me.โ He started to respond, but the pain had gone on long enough, and she didnโt want to hear it. โYou know what I want? I want peace. I want a good job and a decent place to live. I want to read books and listen to music and have time to make some female friendships that are going to last. When I wake up in the morning, I want to know that I have a decent shot at being happy. And hereโs whatโs really sad. Until I met you, I was almost there.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsIf I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsShe gave Pretty Boy a surreptitious glance. Did he honestly expect her to believe he was gay? True, there were the gay boots and those stunning good looks. But, even so, he blasted enough heterosexual mega-wattage to light up the entire female population. Which heโd undoubtedly been doing since he shot out of the birth canal, glimpsed his reflection in the obstetricianโs eyeglasses, and gave the world a high five.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips