Lost and Found

It was late afternoon and the shadows were lengthening, the sun slanting beneath the clouds that had swept across the sky.

It was not a matter of a question and an answer, of an answer that was logically the best fit, but of a reality that needed no further justification.

but her decision to include him in her confidence flowed across her eyes.

One part of her mind mentally blinked in amazement; most of it sang with hunger. As for her body, it was quivering with a need she had never felt before, but saw absolutely no reason to deny.

He was fashionably but quietly dressed, not to stand out but to fit into the scene, style, fabric, and color carefully chosen to project an image of simple elegance, the hallmark of a true gentleman.

She caught his eye, glimpsed the underlying seriousness behind his easygoing, almost foppishly unthreatening mask.

this case letting matters slide was not an option; to simply stand waiting and let the matchmaking mamas have at him would be the action of a lunatic