“Jesus H. Christ, to think he’d actually proposed marriage to a card-carrying member of NOW! He must be a seriously bad judge of character, a bad judge of women, or maybe both. From here on he would devote all his energies to straightening out his kid. He couldn’t afford to have his emotions tangled up with a woman who’d admitted to lying to him from the start. Two hours later, he returned to the apartment, sopping with sweat and bad knee aching. Eerie quiet greeted him—the cold shoulder rou...tine again? He headed for Sam’s room to check on her. Limping out into the living room, she saved him the time. “Oh, Daddy!” Taking in her stricken face and streaming eyes he hurried over, too concerned to care that he must be tracking mud on the beige carpet. Reaching her, he slung a sweaty arm around her shuddering shoulders. “Sam, honey, what happened? Is your leg hurting? You take your pain medicine?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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