Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Notes - The Mill

That's when he notices me. He rests his hand on mine but I know it is so my cleavage stays tucked around his arm. His blue eyes swallow me and his attention engulfs me. Suddenly it is just us two in the late night jazz club.

I would not have even noticed Jim staggering out if Lynne had not lingered a bit too long and a bit too close as she left. It almost felt like she had expected Sam to leave with them. Not necessarily with me along was my impression.

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