“So you’ll be gone in the spring?” Bethany asked him weakly. As usual, Randolph’s stoic face yielded no hint of emotion, no sign of regret. “I wish there was something I could do,” she lamented. “If only there was a way to melt your cold heart.” Tenderly, she kissed him for what she knew would be the last time.
It’s just snow use, Sharon H.
It’s only chapter seven? I need to know how the story ends!
Dang, Bethany’s a beauty.
Bethany is so cute, Randolph melts like snow!
Bethany next time give your heart to a Tom For All Seasons.
Frankly, Bethany, I don’t give a meow!
Brilliant, Faye! 🙂
Thanks!
Hovertext cracked me up!!
sob
And Bethany is a truly great name for a female cat.
Reminds me of all those Harlequin Romances I devoured as a young teenager before I moved on to more literary reads. My mom used to call them bodice-rippers.
Someone double dog dared her…