Oh, Trent and I go back a long way, I said lightly, twirling a curl of my hair about my finger and remembering its new shortness. We met at camp as children. Sort of romantic when you think about it. I smiled at Trent’s suddenly blank look.
Kim Harrison
Oh, Trent and I go back a long way, I said lightly, twirling a curl of my hair about my finger and remembering its new shortness. We met at camp as children. Sort of romantic when you think about it. I smiled at Trent’s suddenly blank look.