I’m going to have to watch every word I say around you.” “Impossible. You talk far too much to succeed at that.” “I’m not going to worry about you any longer, Karl Van der V. . .
As I look back upon the years of sadness in my darkest days, I see how my heavenly Father watched and worked on my behalf. Even though I did not believe for a time, my questioning did n. . .
Dance with me,” Karl said from behind them, curling his beefy hand around the back of Taylor’s chair. If ever there was a possessive move, surely that qualified. He’d just staked . . .