“ The woman at the next table is making eyes at you,” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.“Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth? M.K. Schiller
“ Do you think they have ice cream here?” Lanie asked.Kyle cocked his eyebrow, obviously surprised by her question. “I have no idea. Why do you ask?”“Because I like ice cream when I’m stressed,” she rep… M.K. Schiller
“ He slammed her door shut and spun her so she was facing him.“One more for the road.” She stared at him with a perplexed expression but didn’t back away. “I want another taste,” he said, feeling his he… M.K. Schiller
