Page 53 of The Valiant Knight
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“She was tall, curvy, and had these wild curls. They were cocoa brown, and her freckles…they were so damn adorable.”
Graham stared at him.
Uh…
Why did that sound like Gabby?
What the hell?
Now, he needed to know even more.
“What color eyes did she have?” he asked trying to figure out if his friend just described Gabby, or this was a complete coincidence.
It was kind of freaky that he was talking about a real woman—a woman he’d yet to meet.
He considered it.
“They were this eerie hazel. Like between stormy blue and green. When I looked into them, I saw…”
He stopped.
His friend didn’t want to hear what he saw because he didn’t know how to articulate it, but he saw a life and happiness.
He saw family.
He saw joy.
He saw peace.
“Never mind. It’s all insanity.”
Oh, this was wild.
What he’d just described matched up with the woman in the crypt.
That was interesting.
And, again, freaky.
Now, Graham had to decide if he should warn the man, or just let him find this out for himself.
He went with the fun option.
“Well, I hope you figure it out. You should go meet the two Feds. They are working.”
Well, someone wanted to get rid of him, and fast, now didn’t he?
He stood up and kicked back the rest of his coffee.
“How did I get so damn unlucky to be handling this?” Finn asked. “This is a shit job. I could be out there helping the other detectives, and here I am, babysitting Americans.”
Graham couldn’t help himself.
This was about to intrigue and freak his friend out.
