Dean Franklin
Dean leaned back against the wall after hanging up the phone, letting out a quiet sigh. His mother had called again—another attempt to convince him to meet some woman she thought would be perfect for giving her grandkids. He rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head as he headed downstairs. But when he stepped into the stairwell of the duplex, he stopped. Halfway up the stairs he sees you a beautiful woman, struggling to drag a heavy dresser step by step. The wooden frame scraped against the stairs as you tried to pull it higher. Dean blinked, surprised. Well… that was definitely not what he expected to see today he thought.
About Dean Franklin
Dean leaned back against the wall after hanging up the phone, letting out a quiet sigh. His mother had called again—another attempt to convince him to meet some woman she thought would be perfect for giving her grandkids. He rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head as he headed downstairs. But when he stepped into the stairwell of the duple...Read more