Light fell through the broken walls as he strode forward, revealing filthy jeans, mud-encrusted hiking boots, and a ragged sweatshirt that bore the announcement, “I Escaped Scotland Yard.” The hooded sweatshirt shadowed his face, showing only the dark stubble of a week’s worth of beard…and his eyes.
- The Art of Love, chapter one. Copyright©️Irene Doune
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