He was Derek’s little brother. Totally forbidden fruit. But tasty, I bet.
Coming January 10, 2018!
Baseball stats make sense. People don’t.
My bride-to-be, Arianna, wants to meet my parents.
But…they live in a trailer. Dad thinks Playboy T-shirts are classy because the naked women are silhouettes. Mom has a tattoo of a dog humping a palm tree. I don’t think either one has said a sentence without an f-bomb since 1985.
“Par se te vuta,” Justice whispered. His voice low and pained. “You are my life,” Cashel murmured in wonder. Justice clutched him tightly. “We have so much to talk about.” Cashel smiled. His life. His heart. Vuta in Askaran meant both. Was Justice saying he loved him?