Thanksgiving: Bradford Style
“Are you ogling my husband?”
“Yes,” Kasey admitted with a nod as she finished off the rest of her cider before holding up the empty cup to the man in question.
“Okay,” Rebecca said with an unconcerned shrug as she joined them at the table.
With a glare, most likely for interrupting his work, Lucifer reluctantly stepped away from her collection of spices that he’d been in the middle of organizing to refill her drink. Once he’d filled her cup, he took it upon himself to add a few more slices of cranberry bread and banana bread to her plate and Haley’s… Read More