Six Sentence Sunday: Guardian Angel

“Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be ready to go. Won’t you come inside?”

He nodded, unable to think. Bending to put the pot on the stoop had brought him face-to-face with her fabulous legs. Yes, indeed, she was a runner. Her slim thighs and sleek musculature showcased both femininity and strength … the big chink in his normally impenetrable armor.

 

Guardian Angel
Evernight Publishing, October 2011
$4.99, digital book

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