“But Nick, baby, how could you do it?”
Hot water welled up in the dame’s big brown eyes.
“You wouldn’t catch it if I rolled it on the floor over to you, dollface. Let it go; stop askin’ me questions.”
“But Nicky, darling, I’m worried about you. It’s just not like you.”
“Don’t you think I know that, sweetheart? I’ve got an independent streak to make George Washington blush, but sometimes things ain’t so black and white.” Read more