John glanced at his phone as he stepped onto the tarmac. His jet had just touched down in Salem, and, as always his first thought was: Marlena. He had shot her a quick message just before take off, asking if she wanted to meet for dinner in the town square. But before he could get …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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