By the end of the week Lys was poking her nose back into life, playing Frisbee in the yard with the dog, tending their small garden, shooting the breeze with Lyric on the phone. XXX Illysette, you found out you enjoyed it, the sexy stuff. “Holly? As far as ‘ok’ goes, I guess. When Lys had her eyes blotted dry, she reached for Mom’s hand and they grinned at one another, thick as thieves. Someone ought to save her from that hellion.”
He squeezed his brother’s shoulder and crossed the porch, headed for his truck. Charli didn’t bat an eyelash when Lysette sat on Jack’s lap. Are you sure? Charli froze. Sweet Jesus, how had she forgotten how much she adored this act? Besides I’m just dying to get your thoughts
