Maid for Each Other
Her lightweight skirt rode up as she writhed around in the seat.
Strangely, Jade’s long slender legs were not the first thing Billy noticed when she joined him at his table, the last chair remaining in the popular café. It was that a few of her toes, peeking through open-toed sandals, were slightly webbed.
He couldn’t remember who mentioned the sea, but it turned out Jade had never been.
“I…
