Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

face was flushed, and a thin line of sweat had formed near his grey temples despite the October chill.

“You two are walking like a pair of turtles,” Arthur said, though his chest rose and fell rapidly.

“We were enjoying the scenery,” David said, sitting on the opposite end of the bench. “Your heart rate is up, which is exactly what continue reading …