Ryanna - The Imagemaker
•{ Come here . . .
. . . “An intruder,” he said as he stepped in and locked the door behind him. He tried to keep his eyes on her as he hung up his coat. “In my home.”
Her eyes locked on his. She said, “Come here.”
He made a show out of pulling his phone from his pocket. “Perhaps I should call —.”
“Come. Here.” She had cut him off. This time her words held a harder edge. He smiled, and those eyes of his danced with mirth as he tossed the phone on the table and approached.
•{ Come here . . .
. . . “An intruder,” he said as he stepped in and locked the door behind him. He tried to keep his eyes on her as he hung up his coat. “In my home.”
Her eyes locked on his. She said, “Come here.”
He made a show out of pulling his phone from his pocket. “Perhaps I should call —.”
“Come. Here.” She had cut him off. This time her words held a harder edge. He smiled, and those eyes of his danced with mirth as he tossed the phone on the table and approached.