Best Of J.d. Salinger Novels & Stories

“Tragic. His company's stock crashed. Then, he got hit with an investigation. I heard he went bankrupt, with creditors chasing him everywhere, and his health fell apart. Just a few days ago, the papers ran photos of him looking like a homeless man. Tsk…” Daniel’s hand tightened around mine, and I squeezed his hand back, smiling softly. Looking at our radiant son on stage and then at our bright-eyed daughter beside me, my heart felt perfectly calm. After the performance, we returned to the Howard estate. The butler stepped forward, holding a large bouquet of vibrant roses. “Ma’am, these are for you,” he said. Tucked inside the bouquet was a small card, the handwriting shaky. “Wishing you happ

Just the calm of a man who had calculated everything three steps ahead. He finally turned to me. That gaze—dark, deep, and a little sly—made me bite my lower lip without realizing. “If I weren’t Reagan Russo…” he murmured, leaning his head back against the seat. “...and if you weren’t Tara Moguel, always Tiara’s backup… this story would’ve been a cheap romance classic on TV.” I scoffed. “Thanks for the reminder.” He laughed. Not loud. But deep and... damn it, tempting. “You’re welcome.”

This showed that he was still important to her. Jacob ignored the shocked reactions of his friends and left the private room ahead of everyone else, driving straight to the villa. On the way, he drove past a shop selling meatballs in the northern part of the city. He stopped, got out of the car, and bought some pork meatballs to go. Lindsey used to love meatballs from that particular shop. She would often ride an hour all the way to that place just to enjoy some of their meatballs. Lindsey would definitely forgive him if he brought her her favorite food and sincerely apologized for his mistakes. Jacob was full of confidence.