“Whatcha doin’ babe?” Steve asked, as he sat down at the dining room table next to him. He’d opened all the windows on that side of the house, letting the spring trade winds waft in, filling their home with the scent of the ocean.
“Writing a letter.” Danny said, without looking up from his writing.
“To who?” Steve asked.
“I think you mean ‘To whom’, ( Read more... )