“Want a little cheese with that whine, maestro?”
Madeleine Urban“Want a little cheese with that whine, maestro?”
Madeleine Urban“It just made me realize that I wouldn’t have anything if you left,” he said miserably. Jake gave a pained wince and looked down at the floor. “I wouldn’t have anything if I left, either,” he murmured.”
Madeleine Urban, Caught Running