I mean, I don’t want to pass judgment—I just wish my husband didn’t shoot deer.” “Oh, Mel, don’t worry. I’ve been hunting with your husband—the deer are completely safe.
You dance?” “I think that might be overly optimistic,” he said. “I do something. I’ll try not to hurt you.
Does still run fiction?” “I have absolutely no idea, Melinda,” he said, grinning.
Honey, I have a feeling he doesn’t think of you as a friend. Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She glanced at him and as if he could feel her gaze, he turned his eyes on her. Soft and hard all at once. “Yeah,” Mel said. “He promised t...
