“Mom?” Mikey said loudly when it should have been more than obvious that this was a conversation that required whispering.
“Is he still here?” Kasey whispered through the keyhole, telling herself that it was perfectly normal for a grown woman to hide in her bedroom for two hours in order to avoid the man that had called her delectable.
“Who? Reese?” Mikey asked loudly, making Kasey wonder where she’d gone wrong.
“Yes! Reese!” she whispered harshly, shifting to get more comfortable, but after two hours of kneeling on the thin rug she was running out of positions.
“He’s in the kitchen fixing the… Read More