It all started with a bag of groceries and a little eye contact. He’s the new one across…
You Shouldn’t Be Here… But God, I’m Glad You Are He knocked just after midnight. Soft. Hesitant. Like…
Jack Johnson had just turned 42. Broad-shouldered, weathered in all the right ways, with a slow, confident grin…
It was a beautiful Spring day in the small town of Millfield as Maddox walked down the sidewalk,…
I swear I wasn’t trying to be seen. Okay… maybe just a little. It was early, maybe 7:30,…