Dairy products Stories

Lake had come in the back. Straight into the kitchen without knocking like it hadn’t been two years. She stopped inside the doorframe, hands behind her, easing the creaky screen door to a close without a slap. “I’m so pissed off at you I could smash every dish you’ve got.” “That’s one way to say hello,” Mace replied cautiously. He was standing at the counter in a pair of jeans and a T shirt – no shoes. She’d picked the ho...