Are you always this impertinent?”
The soft, musical voice pulled him from his belief that no one could see him. Jack turned, and his gaze collided with the player from that morning. She was even younger than he’d thought, with an innocence that belied the fact coming to Chicago was probably the biggest thing that had happened to her.
Her jade eyes arrested him. They seemed to pierce through him, weigh him, and find him wanting. No woman ever did that.
Jack stood and found the girl was as petite as he thought. With creamy skin, red curls, and the green eyes, she looked like a Irish doll, one that barely hit his chest.
“Not really talkative, huh.” She crossed her arms and stared at him. “I can’t wait to see what you write in the paper. I’m sure each word will perfectly represent what is actually happening here.”
“Slow down. Take a breath.” He held up his hands. “I doubt you’ll see the article, and I only write what I observe.”
“A casual observer. Non-partial, no agenda at all.” She jutted her chin out, stubbornness oozing from her.
“Claiming you haven’t formed an opinion about me?” Jack flashed her his most charming smile. “I’m Jack Raymond.”
“Katherine Miller. And yes, I already know what I need to about you.”
Many, O Lord my God, are they wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered. Psalm 40:5
Question of the Day: How many of you have seen the movie A League Of Their Own?