Tuesday, February 26, 2013


Wolf Haven 2
Coming April 23rd
Griffin Gates used to be a Senate Sentry. Now, he’s just a guy along for the ride as a group of people run for their lives and one of them is his mate. If he was an accepted part of the group, it might be different but his former status as a Sentry has kept him standing on the outside looking in—even with his mate.
Ollie Fremont wants nothing to do with Griffin. After spending years locked up so that no one knew his father had given life to an omega wolf, being mated to a Senate Sentry seems like a really screwed up joke. He doesn’t trust Griffin not to betray him to the Senate.
There’s just one small problem…Griffin has already claimed Ollie.
Griffin Gates stared over the hood of the truck, watching the other people he was traveling with as they all sat around a picnic table at the rest area they had stopped at. They were pretty much a ragtag group and each and every one of them were on the run because they were gay.
It was a run for their very lives.
If the Senate Sentries caught them, they were dead, right down to the last one of them, which happened to be a brand new baby. In fact, the baby might be in the most danger. He was living proof of the lies that the Senate had been telling their people for centuries.
The poor thing was less than three weeks old and he already had a price on his head. It made Griffin want to tear something apart—preferably a member of the hunter team sent out by the Senate to track them all down and kill them. Griffin knew it like he knew the sun would come up tomorrow.
He used to be a Sentry, a sanctioned killer for the Loup-Garou Senate.
That had all changed when he discovered that one of members of this ragtag little group was his mate. Now, due to his actions that night, he was on the run just as much as his new friends were. The Senate would never forgive the fact that he had shot the members of his own hunter group or helped Rico and his friends escape.
He hadn’t had any other choice.
Letting the hunters get to Oliver Fremont became unacceptable the second he discovered the man was his mate. Due to his increased Loup-Garou genetics, he was probably one of the few wolves around that didn’t need to sleep with his mate to discover they were mates. He just had to smell Ollie to know the truth.
Not that it did him a damn bit of good.
Ollie was denying him, refusing to have anything to do with him. He wouldn’t even speak to Griffin, but that didn’t change the fact that they were mates. And Griffin would protect Ollie till his dying breath, whether the man accepted him or not.
At the rate things were going, Griffin was leaning toward not.
Griffin sighed and rubbed a hand down his face as he pushed away from the truck. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk around the parking lot, stretching his legs out a bit. Sitting in the truck for hours on end made him a very cranky wolf. It didn’t help that Ollie refused to sit in the truck with him, not matter which truck he sat in.
Hell, Ollie refused to have anything to do with him at all. Except for one incredibly hot incident in the woods soon after they met, Ollie did his level best to pretend Griffin didn’t even exist, and Griffin didn’t think that was going to change any time soon.
No matter how much his heart ached for his mate.
Griffin glanced over at the group for a moment, waiting until he caught Rico’s eye, then nodded is head toward the bathroom. When Rico nodded back, Griffin headed for the bathroom. He was under orders to let Rico know whenever he went somewhere unescorted.
It only made sense considering that they were all running for their lives. Because of who Griffin had been, and the things he had done while working for the Senate as a hunter, he was still watched pretty closely by the group.
They didn’t trust him.
Griffin understood it. He just wished they understood that he wouldn’t do anything that would harm a hair on Ollie’s head, and he would kill anyone that tried to hurt his mate. Nothing else mattered except Ollie’s wellbeing.
He wished Ollie understood that as well.
Griffin walked into the bathroom and did his business then went to wash his hands. The mirror above the sink wasn’t made of glass but rather polished metal, but he could still see himself in it and he didn’t like what he could see. The lines around his mouth and eyes were more pronounced, deeper. He looked older, tired.
He looked like shit.
Griffin sighed and turned away. There was no hope for it. He was in an impossible position and there didn’t seem to be any way out of it. No matter how many times he tried to approach Ollie, the man really wanted nothing to do with him. And Griffin couldn’t bring himself to be angry about that.
He deserved every hateful word Ollie tossed at him.
Griffin had spent the better part of the last few years doing the Senate’s bidding, tracking down the Loup-Garou deemed rogue by the Senate and bringing them to justice. Granted, he had been following orders and enforcing the laws of his people, but it was only now that he understood that those laws were not only wrong but implemented by a group of people that didn’t want to give up their power.
Griffin hated the Loup-Garou Senate and everything they stood for. If he had his way, every damn last one of them would be put to death for the people they had ordered executed and the laws they had enforced to keep the truth from all of wolf kind.
They deserved nothing less.
And after Griffin made sure that Ollie was safely hidden away on the property he had secretly purchased to hide away on, he planned to do just that. But getting Ollie there came first. Griffin wouldn’t do anything until he knew that Ollie was safe.
Dejection rode Griffin hard as he turned off the water and went to dry his hands. It seemed that he had nothing to look forward to in his life but planning the take down of the Loup-Garou Senate—and his death, because he knew he wouldn’t come out of that battle alive.
It would be worth it to keep Ollie safe.
Ollie pressed his ass backward. He bit his bottom lip as he wiggled his ass around a little. He wanted to feel that hard cock smashed against his ass, not his back.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you,” Griffin’s deep and sleep filled voice said from above him.
Ollie’s heart quickened as he braved the threat and wiggled again. He gasped when Griffin rolled, placing Ollie below him. Griffin grabbed Ollie’s, pushing them above his head with one hand as the other skimmed down his side.
Ollie shivered at the contact.
Griffin’s dark eyes were intense as he gazed into Ollie’s eyes. “Do you want to get fucked, baby?”
Ollie swallowed and nodded. He had wanted to get fucked by Griffin from the moment he had laid eyes on him this morning. The previous night, as intense as it had been, wasn’t enough. Ollie was having serious doubts that he would ever get enough.
“Stand and strip.” Griffin’s voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.
Ollie shivered as Griffin released him. He stood, his hands shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them off along with his underwear. He groaned when he bent to remove his socks and felt a hand glide over his ass.
“You have a very nice body, Ollie.” Griffin said as he stood and slowly started to peel his own clothes off.
Ollie gulped when he saw the large cock slap Griffin’s belly. His mouth watered to taste it, to take it into his mouth, and suck it until Griffin shouted his name. Would Griffin shout his name?
Griffin tossed his clothes aside and then cupped Ollie’s face, rubbing their cocks together as he kissed Ollie as if he mattered, like he wanted this as much as Ollie did.
Ollie moaned as Griffin cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper. His skin broke out in goose bumps as Griffin’s hands left his ass and slid over his back. He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked.
“You’re mine, Ollie. I won’t share you with anyone else. Do I make myself clear?”
Ollie nodded. “Yes.”
A low guttural growl left Griffin’s lips at Ollie’s answer.  “Get onto the blankets and lay on your back," Griffin demanded.
Ollie twisted around, scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Griffin was going to claim him again. Ollie laid down on his back and spread his legs wide.
“Beautiful,” Griffin whispered as his eyes roamed over Ollie’s naked body, but Ollie wasn’t sure if Griffin was talking to him or to himself.
He fisted the sheets as Griffin dropped to his knees and crawled up the blanket, smoothing his hands over Ollie’s legs. Ollie was dying to move, to wiggle around and beg Griffin to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.
His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as Griffin’s fingertips played over his skin, slowly making their way up his thighs toward his hard cock. Ollie almost whined at the slow pace.
Griffin wrapped his large hand around Ollie’s hard shaft. This time he couldn’t stop his moan. His legs spread wider as Griffin stroked his cock. The other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as Griffin watched him intently.
Ollie writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he succumbed to the waves of ecstasy that tried to pull him under. He lay there, drowned in a flood tide of exquisite rapture as Griffin took him to another place, a place where Ollie was no longer his own person, a place where Griffin owned him, mind, body, and soul.
“Come for me.”
Ollie’s back left the blankets as he cried out, hot jets of cum shooting from his cock as Griffin stroked him through his orgasm. The pleasure was pure and explosive as Ollie shouted Griffin’s name, his head thrashing from side to side. He panted as Griffin milked his cock, pulling every last drop from his balls.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Ollie,” Griffin whispered. “You make me feel like I can conquer the world.”

For more on the Wolf Haven series, visit my website at http://www.stormyglenn.com/wolfhaven.htm

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Heir of the Wolf That Bit You


Wolf Haven 1
Available March 26th
Matthew Jackson’s life just went from somewhat normal and to a Hollywood horror movie and just because he spent one weekend with the man of his dreams. It would be spectacular if that man was still around but Rico had split without a word. Now, Matty was left to deal with the after effects of their weekend of bliss together all by himself.
Getting dragged into a world he knew nothing about, Matty has to rely on complete strangers to keep him safe. When he finally does find Rico, life doesn’t get any better. For one, Rico thinks he’s insane. And for two, the same people that are after Rico have put Matty on their kill on sight list.

Matty and Rico are on the run from hunters out to execute them because they have violated shifter law by falling for each other. Escaping them would be a lot easier if they knew who they could trust or where they might find a safe haven. Until they do, they only have themselves to rely on…and the strange abilities Matty seems to be developing.

It just wasn’t possible. Matthew Jackson pushed a shaky hand through his short brown hair and stared down at the little stick again. The stupid little window still read positive.
Two lines.
Not one.
Matty grabbed the directions that had come with the box and read them again, just knowing that he had to have messed up the test somehow. It was the only explanation ‘cause any other outcome just wasn’t fucking possible.
One line meant negative.
Two lines meant positive.
Matty glanced at the white stick again, hoping one of the lines would suddenly disappear, or that someone jump into the room and screamed fooled ya! Yeah, no one was there except him. He even closed his eyes and called in every birthday wish he had ever made. When he opened his eyes again, he still saw two thin pink lines.
Matty groaned and tossed the stick into the garbage can right along with the first five tests he had taken—all of which had been positive. Staring down at his hands for a moment, he pressed his fingers together as he tried to accept what he was seeing with his own two eyes.
He had dismissed the nausea that had come last month as the stomach bug that had been going around the grocery store where he worked. When he started to throw up at the smallest little whiff of almost anything, being sick made sense. Everyone was getting sick. When he started to add on a couple of pounds a few weeks later, his renewed appetite after being sick was the perfect explanation.
But the butterflies that started fluttering in his stomach last week couldn’t be explained away by overeating or a stomach bug. Matty didn’t have a single explanation for them. Not one. And that made him more scared than he could ever remember being.
Hell, he was downright terrified.
Maybe it was gallstones?
Or a tumor?
He was even hoping for a brain aneurism right about now.
There had to be a reasonable explanation because the one he was coming up with just wasn’t possible. He had taken the stupid test just because he had run out of answers. Matty had full confidence that couldn’t possibly be the answer.
Fuck if he hadn't been wrong.
Matty pushed to his feet and walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed the phone book and started looking through the white pages for the free clinic down in Old Town.
Maybe it was time to call in the experts.
Once he found what he was looking for, Matty wrote the address down then went to find his jacket. He started to grab his wallet off the entry table then had a second thought about that. Did he really want anyone knowing who he really was under the circumstances?
The Old Town Free Clinic took in a lot of indigent patients. Maybe he could get away with telling them he was homeless and didn’t have any identification. It was better than the alternative—which would most likely get him a free ride to the local insane asylum.
Matty grabbed his bus pass, some cash, his house keys, and his brown hoody. He left everything else behind as he walked out the front door and headed for the closest bus stop. His stomach was in knots and threatening to rebel but this time, Matty was pretty sure that it was due to nerves. That didn’t mean he didn’t run to the nearest bathroom the second he got off the bus and throw up.
He’d say that being nauseas was the worst part of this whole ordeal but he’d be lying through his teeth. Not even the looming chaos he was pretty sure his life was about to fall into was the worst.
No, not knowing what in the hell was going on was the worst. At least if he knew, or had some warning, he might know what to expect. Instead, he was finding everything out as it happened and then freaking out because shit like this just wasn’t possible.
The bus ride seemed to take forever and Matty could swear that every unbathed, sweaty person on the planet sat right next to him. By the time the bus stopped down the block from the clinic, Matty practically ran from the bus.
He ignored the whistles from a couple of smarmy looking men standing on the corner, stopped long enough to drop a couple of dollars into the can the homeless man was holding, then made his way inside the clinic.
“I…uh…need to see a doctor,” Matty said when he reached the check-in counter. He tapped his fingers nervously on the countertop as he waited for the registration nurse to acknowledge him.
“Fill this out.” The woman held out a clipboard with a form on it and a pen attached to the clipboard by a small silver chain.
“Thank you,” Matty whispered then turned away and walked over to one of the empty chairs. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for Matty to fill out the form, mostly because he wasn’t exactly sure what to check besides his vital statistics.
Stomach cramps.
Weight gain.
Frequent urination.
Strange cravings.
Sore nipples—yeah, he was thrilled with that one.
God! Matty tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling. He was a fucking idiot. He knew that. And the second he turned this damn form in, everyone else would know it as well. But Matty needed answers. He needed to know if he was really crazy or not.
He was pretty sure that he was.

Rico wasn’t sure if that was an agreement or not but he was willing to take what he could get. He slowly crossed the room and pulled Matty into his arms. He reached down with his hands and framed Matty’s face.
“I think it’s time for me to claim my mate.”
“I thought you already claimed me,” Matty replied, sounding confused.
“I did, but this time, I know I’m claiming you.” Rico grinned just before he lowered his lips to Matty’s, kissing himfor all he was worth. He was instantly overwhelmed by the sweet taste of honeyed wine and Rico wanted to taste Matty for the rest of his life.
Matty’s hands clutched at Rico’s shirt as he explored the depths of his mouth. Rico ran his tongue along Matty’s lips, feeling his canines drop down, the need to claim Matty riding him hard. Matty groaned when Rico ran his tongue quickly across them before diving into his mouth.
“Matty,” Rico murmured when he finally lifted his head. He opened his eyes to look down at him, chuckling at the stunned look in his vivid brown eyes. “Are you ready for me to make you mine?”
Rico could see Matty swallow as he looked up at him, considering his words. Matty held the power of the world in his hands at that moment. Rico would do whatever the man wanted. As much as he hoped that his mate would accept him, after leaving him the way he had and then dragging him into the chaos of his life, Rico wouldn’t be surprised if Matty told him to go to hell.
He was never more grateful as when Matty nodded his head, giving his consent. Matty was already his mate, so this was basically a formality. But Rico wanted Matty’s agreement. He needed to know that his mate wanted this just as much as he did.
Lowering his head, Rico once again claimed the swollen lips below him. He wasn’t going to give Matty a chance to change his mind. Moving his hands further down Matty’s body, he pushed them up under the edge of his shirt, feeling the smooth lean muscled skin underneath.
But it wasn’t enough.
Grabbing the edge of Matty’s shirt, Rico pulled, ripping the thin shirt down the middle. He glanced at Matty when he heard a soft laugh. His face turned a little red as Matty looked down at the torn shirt in his hands.
“A little eager, are you?”
“It may have been awhile since I last touched you but I haven’t forgotten how much I like it.” Rico bent his head to lick at the soft skin between Matty’s neck and shoulder. As he swiped his tongue over the sensitive flesh, he felt Matty shudder then groan as he arched his neck, giving Rico better access to his throat.
Rico scraped his teeth gently across a small patch of skin. “This is where I’m going to bite you when I claim you, Matty,” he whispered. He guided Matty back onto the blankets laid out on the floor and eased him down before kneeling between Matty’s thighs.
 Rico reached down to the buttons of Matty’s pants. He quickly freed Matty’s cock from his pants, rubbing his hand briefly over the hard flesh. As his thumb skimmed across the top, smearing pre-cum in its wake, he scraped his teeth over his neck again.
“Do you want me to claim you, Matty?” he whispered.
“Yesss,” Matty hissed. His hands came up to grab Rico’s head, his fingers fisting in his hair as he pulled his head down to his neck. “Now, Rico, do it now!”
Rico tightened his fingers around cock in his hand, quickly stroking the hard length as he sank his teeth into Matty’s neck. His eyes drifted closed as he savored the sweet taste of his mate, now his forever. Matty tasted just as he did when Rico had kissed him, like sweet honeyed wine. It was a delicious flavor that he knew he would be obsessed with for the rest of his life.
Rico opened his eyes as he lifted his head, looking down in astonishment as Matty cried out. His hips lifted frantically, pushing against Rico as he came, covering Rico’s hand with shot after shot of pearly white seed.
“Fuck!” he whispered vehemently, feeling his own cock throb against his zipper. That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He lifted his hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick at some of the seed on his hand.
Oh damn!


True Blood Mate 5
Recently released from prison for a crime he fully admits to committing, Douglas Stone is without a clan and without any prospects. And then he meets a man that makes him see that he can be more than he ever thought he could be.
Jilly is a vampire with issues. He’s been banished from his coven because he faints at the sight of blood. With no way to keep a roof over his head or to feed, Jilly takes to the streets, selling his body for what he needs. When he meets a sexy ex-con looking for a good time, he finds that there is more to life than merely surviving.
When Jilly is taken prisoner, Douglas has to do the one thing he doesn’t want in order to keep the man alive—challenge for the alpha position of a clan. He’s fighting for his mate’s life so he’s not surprised when he wins. But he’s shocked when he discovers that the same hell he had been running from for the last few years is closer to home than he thinks.
Someone is selling children and they are selling them right out of Douglas’s own basement. Considering the crimes he was accused of and his family history, Douglas knows that if he doesn’t do something, he will be the first one accused. Fighting to save Jilly is one thing. Fighting to save the entire world is totally different. But does he have any other choice?
"Hiya, honey, looking for a good time?"
Douglas Stone turned to see a very attractive man standing behind him dressed in the shortest pair of boy shorts he'd ever seen and a ripped cotton tank top that looked like it was barely hanging on to his frame. Espresso-colored hair curled around the man's pale face, his onyx-dark eyes shining brightly in the dim street light.
Douglas had to admit he was intrigued. It had been quite a while since he'd had anything close to a sexual experience with something other than his hand. Normally, being around other people made Douglas uneasy. He had learned firsthand that most were out to start trouble. But this guy…there was just something about him that drew Douglas’s interest. 
Licking his dry lips, Douglas felt his heart quicken. "How much?"
The cocky little curve of the man's plush lips sent Douglas's pulse racing even faster. He could just imagine those luscious lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him to completion. Damn, it really had been a long time for him if he was considering paying for sex.
The man’s eyelashes swept down in a seductive manner as he gazed up at Douglas with nothing short of a promised good time. "Depends on what you want, honey."
The man moved closer, trailing his finger down the front of Douglas’s shirt in a teasing manner. Douglas tried to ignore his racing pulse and concentrate on how high the price was going to be to get those lips around his cock. He wanted it. He wanted it bad. He just wasn't willing to pay all that much.
"How much to feel your lips on my dick?"
"Mmm.” One dark eyebrow arched. “Twenty bucks will get you a blow. Fifty will get you the whole show. A hundred dollars gets me for the entire night, anything you want."
"A hundred dollars, huh?" Douglas tried really hard to figure out if he even had that much money on him at the moment. Jobs had been kind of scarce lately and his funds were running low. Not having a steady source of income did that to a person.
Douglas pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of cash—the last of what he had. What made him tilt his head to the side and purse his lips was the fact that the sexy little hooker didn't even look at the money in his hand. Douglas wasn't into the business but he would have thought money would be a hooker's top priority. Instead, the man seemed to be mesmerized by Douglas’s throat, his tongue sliding across his lips as he opened gazed at Douglas’s neck.
"Are you on anything?" The hooker’s eyes seemed just a little too glassy and he wouldn’t stop licking his lips. Douglas choked when he suddenly felt a firm hand grab his crotch.
"I don't need drugs to get my high, honey. I can get it in so many other interesting ways."
Douglas counted out thirty four dollars. He needed at least ten to eat for the next couple of days. That left him with just enough to get a good blow job. Regretting that he couldn't buy more considering how attractive the man was, Douglas pulled off the twenty dollar bill and held it out to the man.
"How about a blow job?" Douglas pushed aside the thought that he was actually paying for sex. He felt like the cops were going to surround them at any moment and bust him. His nerves were a bit jumpy as he glanced around the streets. 
The little man grinned then glanced around. "Do you have a vehicle or would you like to go into the alley?"
There was no way in hell Douglas was letting some hooker into his truck. No blow job on the planet was worth getting ripped off. "The alley will do just fine."

The gorgeous man led Douglas into the alley and pushed him up against the wall then dropped to his knees. He had Douglas's pants undone and his cock out before Douglas could even catch his breath.
"Fuck!" Douglas growled when the man licked his pouty lips before leaning forward, and wrapping his mouth around the flared head of Douglas’s shaft. Maybe he should have bought a hooker sooner. The stunning little hooker seemed to know exactly what he was doing to drive Douglas to the brink of insanity.
His lips were great but his tongue was even better. The man licked up one side of Douglas's cock and down the other like he was savoring an ice cream cone. Douglas moaned as the man swirled his tongue around his cock before pressing the tip into the slit at the top.
A groan rattled in Douglas’s chest as he reached down to clench his hands in the man's dark curls. It took all of his control not to thrust deep into the man's heavenly mouth. The suction on his cock made his toes curl. His mouth tormented Douglas, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick.
He pushed his cock to the back of the man’s throat, waiting for his reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating and fucking into him again. Douglas growled as he held the man in place and he fucked the world’s most perfect mouth.
“Fuck,” Douglas shouted, “don’t stop.”
Something possessive suddenly surged through Douglas as he gazed down into eyes as black as onyx stones. The man was staring back up at him, something unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He couldn’t even begin to say where the feeling was coming from.  
He just knew he needed it.
Whatever it was.
And then in a flash of a second, the image was as clear as day. He knew what he wanted—even if it didn’t make a damn bit of sense to him. “Bite me!”
Douglas felt the man’s momentary pause, and then something sharp sank into his cock, making arcs of electricity flare up from his groin. Pleasure built inside him, pooling in his balls and drawing them tight to his body.
Douglas held the man's head in a tight grip as he felt his orgasm approach. He thrust his hips towards the man's mouth, pumping furiously. Douglas screamed as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him and damn near brought him to his knees. He came, flooding the man’s mouth and throat with his release.  
Time had no meaning, just the pleasure-pain ripping through him. Douglas’s brain melted inside his skull, unable to process the twin sensations. He almost whimpered when the teeth left his cock and the man pulled away.
Douglas shuddered.
That same wave of possessiveness he had felt before swept through him again at the sight of the man still kneeling between his legs, licking his plush ruby red lips. Being a shifter himself, he knew that wolves tended to be a possessive lot. He had seen it often enough.
There was no way in hell that Douglas should feel anything for the man except that he had gotten his twenty bucks worth. He was a street walker, a man that made his living off of getting paid for sex. This was not a mate, or even a werewolf.
He wasn’t even human.
The fangs were a dead giveaway, although what a vampire was doing turning tricks was beyond Douglas. He didn’t know many vampires but the ones he had run into would never be caught dead in this part of town, let alone selling their bodies.
“Do you do this often?”
The man shrugged nonchalantly, pushing his dark espresso-colored hair back from one side of his face. “A guy has to eat.”
Douglas frowned, wishing he had just a little more money to give the vampire, even if he didn’t get sex in return. There was something really sad about someone having to sell themselves just to eat. True to their agreement, Douglas held out the twenty dollars he owed the guy.
“Thank you,” he said, feeling like his words of thanks were totally inadequate for the first class blow job he had just received.
“Anytime.” The man rose gracefully to his feet, shoving the twenty dollar bill into his pocket. The glossy sheen in the man’s dark eyes was gone, replaced with the look of someone that was content. Even his skin had taken on a healthier pinkish glow. “You know where to find me if you’re interested in more.”
Douglas was interested, very interested. He just didn’t know when he’d get another job that paid enough for him to afford more. “What’s your name?” He had to know. Why, he wasn’t sure. He just knew that he needed to know the man’s name. “Just in case I’m interested.”
The sexy little man thrust out a hip, his lips perking up into the cutest little smile Douglas had seen in a long time. “You can call me Jilly.”
“I’ll be back, Jilly.” Somehow, someway.
“I’ll be waiting, honey.”