“ He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice. Susannah Sandlin
“ How ‘bout you, Jena?” He leaned closer, speaking in an exaggerated whisper. “We could go somewhere private. I know you probably got some scars from being shot, but you can’t see a scar in the dark, ri… Susannah Sandlin
