Katie could admit she understood why most of the women in Waterbury made a play for Frankie Hartigan. He was mountain man tall, professional wrestler
“Earth to Katie,” Connie said between drinks. “Who made you shmile like thas?” Katie schooled her face to something more neutral, because they were still
Hartigans should come with a warning label. No, that wouldn’t be enough. There should also be sirens, alarm bells, six-foot-high razor wire, a full military
Jake’s eyes snapped open. At first he had no idea why he was on Harvest’s kitchen floor. Then the memories rushed in. He had pulled
Claire twirled around and performed her happy dance in the claustrophobic bathroom stall. It was part hip shimmy, part ass shake and all celebration. She’d
Claire brushed her fingers through Jake’s soft black hair. His head lay nestled on her shoulder. He’d flung an arm across her waist; the weight
