A year and a half after Eva first laid eyes on William, she was unloading her car in a hotel in southern Oklahoma, when she heard a distinctive voice calling out, “well isn’t it Little Miss Eva, emphasis on little.”  There he was…William Sterling. Shit, Eva thought – she looked a mess, having driven 12 hours, no makeup, capri yoga-type leggings, tight-fitting tank, slightly heeled sandals, all black of course. Eva hadn’t a clue that William was goin...