Chapter Sixty-Four

While Fawn explained her idea I drifted off within myself. Perhaps it's not the right time or place to be so lax and musing, but I can't help it.

I'm beginning to think my exposure to these people is affecting the way I act, the way I behave. What I just did with Fawn, threatening her that way…

It sort of came up from...my gut? 

I banish the thought. Gut feelings don't tell you to stick a gun in someone's ribs.

Watching her lips move, I proceed to examine her. A smooth oval shape forms her face with her chin sticking out at the end, there's a glistening light on her caramel cheeks and her eyes are a striking hazel.

She doesn't look mad. At least not like you're supposed to if you got held up. I guess something like that doesn't bother her.

Yes. It's likely none of it does, none of my words or actions earlier made a mark. This is business and what I did comes with the territory.