It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn't remember all the reasons it was wrong.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsThey've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter." Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird." Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsHis pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsThey reached the carriage house. When she turned the knob, he got all critical again. โWhy isnโt this door locked?โ โItโs Parrish. Thereโs not much point.โ โWe have crime here, just as any other place does. Keep this door locked from now on.โ โLike thatโs going to stop you. All youโd have to do is give it one good kick, and โ โ โNot from me, you ninny!โ โI hate to be the one to break the bad news, but if they find my body, youโre the one with the biggest grudge.โ โItโs impossible to hold a rational conversation with you.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips