Joe irritably shook his head. “Just stop the Honey-crap, okay?” “I’ll stop that, don’t worry,” she said, shooting him a glance through the rearview mirror. “But it is ironic, don’t you think? You used to hate the Honey-Baby-Sweetie names. At least that’s what you told me. And using the L-word - oh,

“Let me come by later, okay?” He interrupted her and gently nudged her shoulder with his braced hand. Avoiding eye contact, she shook her head. “Danny, come on,” Joe said and raised his other hand to her face. He was almost certain that she’d snort and pull away. But then she didn’t. As he ran the

PART TWO Hey Joe, I got a text message from Jack, asking if we wanted to meet him at the Irish pub tomorrow,” Sarah said as she sat down on the ottoman. Across from her, her brother was sitting on the sofa, his legs resting on the coffee table, his computer on his lap, some sports program running

Sarah parked in the parking lot outside the apartment building where Jack lived. The Irish pub they were going to was a few minutes away and had hardly any parking. So they would just walk from here. She climbed out of the car, grabbed her purse and her sweater from the passenger seat and walked th

This time Wendy’s dropping by had been about vinegar she claimed to desperately need to finish her cooking. He had taken his time finding the bottle and then dragged the chat with Wendy out until –Bingo! –Sarah had arrived. Just in time to get a glimpse at Wendy. That way she could at least put a pr