Can her stepson fill his father's shoes.
Janice stood there, watching Carl through the open patio doors, and gasped. Then she smiled indulgently, her eyes twinkling. He obviously hadn't heard her come home because, if he had, he certainly wouldn't be lying on the couch doing that. She licked her lips, moistening them, the movement unconsciously sensual. He was a handsome boy, and bore a remarkable resemblance to his father,...Read On