Bargaining “What?” She grabs my face, confusion plain in the way her forehead wrinkles. Reaching for my underwear on the deck, I pull out...

FULFILLMENT “Rhett,” she breathes, grabbing my forearms. I back off immediately, searching her face for signs of fear. Did I just...

RAGE The small burger shack Olivia picked out smells delicious. If I didn’t recognize the place, I might be able to get past the...