An Hour to Kill
Final Release
Friday, March 20
"I'm uncomfortable talking about it. "
"All the more reason to talk about it. "
"I don't know. "
"Go on. "
She tilted her head to the right, shifted in her chair, uncrossed her legs. She wore a tight button-down blouse, black, a short wool skirt to match. Her jet black hair, flecked with auburn highlights, tousled on her shoulders. "If you think it matters."
He looked at her, felt the saliva well up under his tongue.
She brazenly met his gaze, then looked right past him, over at the cat on the windowsill. She laughed. "Looks like your cat's gonna kill himself."
The cat was not the point.
He focused his eyes on the tip of her nose. Then her lips. Cherry red. She was young, too young for the life she'd led. "Notice how you've just changed the subject?"
She brushed a hair from her face, then slouched back. She rubbed her palms up and down her thighs, offering a view of one black garter.
"Tell me how you've been. "He crossed his arms, his rolled-up shirt-sleeves revealing the muscular forearms of an avid sportsman.
She fingered the gold pendant that rested like an amulet between her breasts. She arched her back. She ... read full excerpt from An Hour to Kill ebook
