Dishwasher. He hadn't contemplated that as a career choice when he'd been up at two in the morning, wondering just what the hell he was going to do if he couldn't be a cop anymore.
Some people do very bad things. They always have, they always will. The good news is that most people aren't that way at all. They just go about their lives being decent, hardworking people who take care of their families and help out their neighbors.
"The two of you were friends. Just because we're no longer married, that doesn't have to change."
He was wrong. Everything changed when you got divorced. Family banded together and friends had to pick sides.
Cows. Chores. Town picnic. He was in the middle of a Norman Rockwell painting.
He was employed, polite and had a killer smile to boot.
He was a catch.
"Toby, why do you always refer to vehicules as shes?"
"Because they can be temperamental and expensive and sometimes even difficult to start, but every man still wants one."
He'd fallen first in lust and then in love, but they'd come so quick on the heels of one another that he'd been hard-pressed at eighteen to separate the difference.
Looks lived-in. I hate houses where everything has to be just so. It's like you can't even breathe in them.