Another weekend, another eight sentences. Today we're continuing from where we left off in Chapter 9 of The DeFord Chronicles, Part II, with Duncan St. Robert about to meet someone who could be very important to him...
His heart stopped beating in his chest, and then resumed at a galloping pace. This maiden had alabaster skin and delicate brows framing eyes that beckoned to him despite the fact that she had not seen him. He could not tell the color of those enchanting orbs and he felt as if his life’s work must be to discover their hue.
Duncan squared his shoulders, took ten steps toward her…and tripped.
Red curls appeared in front of his face. “Are you hurt?” He looked up into gray-green eyes filled with concern for him, and in that instant lost his heart.
“I feel no pain,” he said truthfully.
The poor boy didn't stand a chance. For the record, Duncan fully and wholeheartedly believes in love at first sight. I'm taking votes...would you like to continue from here next weekend, or would you prefer something random?
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