Day four ... A new dawn...

Are we all having fun yet?

Day four is a time for something different... so here goes.


Excerpt:
He swore silently in his head. He knew the deal had occurred in the Silver Squirrel Pros-house. So why wouldn’t she tell him that? Was she moonlighting as a pros, perhaps? The thought had his stomach churning. It wasn’t one that sat very well with him.
“What in hell were you doing in the Silver Squirrel anyway?” He regretted the words instantly, watching fascinated as frustration rose. She flinched slightly, and he felt sick. A ruddy glow crept up her neck toward her cheeks. The blush color against the pallor of her face made him frown slightly, answering his silent question. Something more might be going on there, but she wasn’t a pros. He knew it instinctively, and he his uneasiness about the whole situation deepened.
“I don’t...” She coughed, eyes closing, and he thought for a minute she was either a damn good actress or something was wrong. That glitter in her eyes when they reopened, almost glassy, alerted him that something was definitely very wrong.

Imogene