Swift Scribbles: Romance She Wrote V
So my plot worked initially; I think.
“It’s too early to gloat,” she says from over my shoulder. “Read some more.”
My throat’s suddenly dry for no good reason. “Can I please have another drink?”
She smiles and walks away. I continue reading.
I have reached for the phone four times in the past thirty minutes. For some reason, I am hesitating.
Maybe because this is inconsistent with what I know of this guy. Someone who has never made so much as a move to touch the back of my hand is suddenly sending me lingerie.
That isn’t right.
I’ll leave calling Mina for a bit and maybe I’ll be able to make more sense of this.
Left the office early. There wasn’t much to do and I am tired. Something’s been on the edge of my mind since I left the house – something I forgot to do. It is not till I am settling down to watch Tinsel that it hits me.
I left the parcel in the trash.
Quickly I call the office boy and ask him to leave my office untouched. Fortunately, he isn’t there yet.
I’ll think about what to do tom…
Her writing faded off into a muddled scribble.
“I fell asleep writing that,” she says, handing me a cold glass of something La Casera-ish in color. “What’s this?” I ask, raising the glass to my lips.
“It’s not poison, if that’s really what you’re asking. And I’m wondering – aren’t you hungry yet?”
I nod. I actually am.
She stands and takes my hand, gently pulling me after her. I let the journal fall on the chair and, still holding my sweaty glass allow her lead me.
The journal can wait.