Richard began unfolding the small piece of paper while keeping his hands low enough for Jessica to read the sentence as well. A strand of hair fell to the side of her face and she pulled it back to behind her left ear.
I have a habit of messing with my hair.
Her eyes were twinkling with an almost conspiratorial gleam.
"I—" Jessica started speaking upon reading the phrase on the piece of paper, but suddenly stopped with the sound of someone knocking on the front door.
She quickly returned her attention to Richard. She saw a surprised expression on his face; an expression that told her that he wasn't expecting anyone. The way he looked reminded her of when they were in the dormitory in the United States.
It's all coming back to me! A living nightmare!! Or maybe I have become traumatized.
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The Bitter Truth
Adventure*Completed* A terror plot at the Houses of Parliament, and clues found at Westminster Abbey, could shake the British Royal family line of succession. Black Operative Richard Maxwell is skilled in ways inconceivable. Destined to protect the woman he...
