I wish I could draw this scene.

The person standing on the porch was bundled up so much that Jessica couldn't tell if it were male or female, at least at first, except for the fact that she wore a heavy skirt the color of the pine trees outside. Her boots--and the bottom of the skirt--were coated with snow, but she didn't seem to notice, or mind. ( Read more... )

She had to clear her throat before she could speak. "Can I hug you? Just once? I'll understand if you don't want me to--I just need--I need to remember that you're still you."

He pulled her towards him. Not aggressively, not with any intention but comfort. And she pressed her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat in her ear. And she ( Read more... )

"So--have you declared a truce?" Josh asked, transferring himself into a regular chair this time, since things seemed to be calm at the moment. "Like, neither of you will try to kill each other until you decide what to do?"

Your author loves you, Josh.

One thing I figured out while driving was that Jessica's not the type to just let things go. And Jessica's organization, whatever it's called, isn't likely to let Josh go, either. At least not at first. So I added onto the prologue a bit when I realized that they might have kidnapped Josh out of the hospital in hope to get to Timothy. Obviously ( Read more... )