The town square was alive. Bunting of red, white, and blue curled around light poles and storefronts. Booths…
Posey’s pink bikini is soaked, her popsicle is dripping, and she’s in the mood to tease someone who knows better.
The sun filtered through the high cabin windows, warm and quiet. A slow breeze crept through the open…
The light through the cabin windows was golden and soft, filtering through the trees and spilling across the…
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug…