Seeing him briefly close his eyes and bite down on his lower lip was hard to take. She quickly turned her attention back to Liz. “But thanks so much for your concern, Liz,” she said in a provocatively cheerful tone, “but unless you broke more than just his fingers, I’m pretty sure we’ll be just fine
Joe irritably shook his head. “Just stop the Honey-crap, okay?” “I’ll stop that, don’t worry,” she said, shooting him a glance through the rearview mirror. “But it is ironic, don’t you think? You used to hate the Honey-Baby-Sweetie names. At least that’s what you told me. And using the L-word - oh,
Alternate Ending So, here's an experimental alternate ending.... It starts in Chapter ‘Back Off’ when D walks out of the house after her exchange with Liz. See what you think. ~~~ D willed her feet out of the kitchen and down the corridor. She pulled the front door open. Staggered out. Out! Sh
“Let me come by later, okay?” He interrupted her and gently nudged her shoulder with his braced hand. Avoiding eye contact, she shook her head. “Danny, come on,” Joe said and raised his other hand to her face. He was almost certain that she’d snort and pull away. But then she didn’t. As he ran the
For a moment there was total silence. “Well, what else?” D asked then. She sounded baffled. “I don’t know,” Joe said uncomfortably, his eyes slowly trailing over to her face. “Maybe the problem was that you and me were too good together…” Her eyebrows snapped together. “Huh?” Joe shrugged apolog
PART TWO Hey Joe, I got a text message from Jack, asking if we wanted to meet him at the Irish pub tomorrow,” Sarah said as she sat down on the ottoman. Across from her, her brother was sitting on the sofa, his legs resting on the coffee table, his computer on his lap, some sports program running
Sarah finished the rest of her chili and leaned back in her chair for a moment. She couldn’t deny that she liked having Joe around and cook for her, but at the same time it worried her. She got up from the table, put the dishes into the dishwasher and peeked into the living room where he was typing
Sarah parked in the parking lot outside the apartment building where Jack lived. The Irish pub they were going to was a few minutes away and had hardly any parking. So they would just walk from here. She climbed out of the car, grabbed her purse and her sweater from the passenger seat and walked th