Hush, Sorrow Feeling rather useless at the moment, she watched as her daughter wove her way through the late lunch crowd. Kayla had too much talent to be tending bar and serving up chowder. With her customary kind heart and predictable Brady stubbornness though, she’d insisted on helping. Oh sure, she’d called it an early …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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