I remember the night we met in Atlanta. On a cold evening in December, I turned around and there he was. 6’4″, beautiful mocha skin, an electric…
When my little sister invited me to be her Maid of Honor, she sent me a pretty tin container filled with heart-shaped…
My nails kept time on the arm of the chaise to the ticking of the wall clock. I looked at her blankly,…
She slid out of the driver’s side of her SUV, not noticing the dark-colored sports coupe parked just on the other side…
“It’s been too damn long,” Jericho said, gazing at me from across the table, a hint of a smile playing on his…