By guest writer Laura Pledger
IS he looking at me?
She stole another glance across the carriage.
The corners of his mouth upturned, curious eyes searching her face for a smile.
Her heart skipped a beat. She dropped her gaze to his powerful hands. I know what those hands could do…
They were drawing to a halt at the platform. He stood.
She rose, too. I can’t let him get away.
With a final jerk, the carriage threw them together.
He flashed her a devastating grin.
And she snapped the handcuffs closed. Now she smiled. “Edward Parker… you’re nicked.”
End of the line.
©Laura Pledger 2016