Iris pocketed her returned handkerchief, "Thank you, Mister..."
"Graham, Jeffrey Graham, " replied the Englishman. "My card."
Iris barely glanced at his calling card, for he was already turning from her. "I bid you good day, miss, " the smile he flashed over his shoulder was charming but disinterested, his presence on the boat a mere coincidence.
2 comments:
Hmmmm....or is it...?
Word, Sam. Word.
;)
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