![]() ![]() ![]() What do you mean by, you fell? Off of what? Why didn’t you call me?”Īs Fenella interrogates her mother, all the warmth from my embarrassed face transfers to my chest with a content glow. “Yes, Graham is extremely attractive, and I’m lucky to have him in my life. He’s handsome.”Ī blush rises hot in my face, and I doubt she’ll continue to think I’m good-looking as my red cheeks clash with my hair. “I don’t know why you’ve been hiding him. “And this must be Graham.” She clasps the hand I offer in two of hers, making the handshake feel more like an embrace. She doesn’t bother to explain any further before turning to face me. ![]() “I fell,” Virginia offers before pulling Fenella in close for a kiss on the cheek. The small markers of her age deepen when she grins wide at her daughter’s scolding. The wrinkles that scatter from the corner of her eyes draw the gaze to her warm expression. She shares her daughter’s lovely sculpted cheekbones and tilt-tipped nose. She directs it at the woman hobbling toward us from the front door of the house we just pulled up to. ![]() “What did you do to your leg?” Fenella’s glare somehow mixes both anger and concern. A contemporary romance with whispers of the supernatural unfolds from dual points of view - The Colorado Sun Close ![]()
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