... Mary bit her lip. “She is merely saying hello.”
Oh, I am, Tottie agreed. I’ve been wanting to say hello to Mr. Jack for an age, personal-like. Her hand glided over his chest and headed down. Such a fine cocky fella, ye are. Shall we see if it’s all just tall tales, then, me lad?
If you try to take our heart without earning our soul, our heart will break
There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?
But he knew full well that marriage vows were not a guarantee, nor a promise, of everlasting happiness.
Walking next to Talent, she felt the singular, cozy comfort that steals upon one who is with a good friend.