Dinner at the country club was pleasant. His talk with the heiress stayed light, nothing beyond his reach, no awkward moment lingered. The sports & weather pleasantries masked his need for information. His impatience raged like a pit bull on a leash. The only thing that deepened was the heave of her chest as she leaned on his words. Her pearl necklace rose & fell and rose. They looked real. The pearls. ~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2010 |
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