Purpose in Her Dreams by Joanna Reeder
His smile widens. “Emily.” Did I notice tears prick his eyes before he blinked? “You’re here.” “I’m here,” I sing in Genevieve’s gravely alto tone. He pulls over and turns to look at me. When he doesn’t respond I ask, “How did you know?” His sly smile makes its appearance. “You did not flash your pout face and complain about your designer hat or designer […]