Just two short guys home for the holidays.'Loafers bristled.'What do you mean two short guys?'Carla snapped the compact shut.'Who are you talking to, McGuire? Because you couldn't be talking to me. No...
Or, God, maybe this was just life. For everyone on the planet. Maybe the Survivor's Club wasn't something you earned, but simply what you were born into when you came out of your mother's womb. Your h...
You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they we...