“If you don’t go, my dear, I will,” said a thin voice behind Ian’s right elbow. A short, older woman looked up at Ian with batting lashes and a puckered smile.
“Going once…” Ian pointed toward the woman now eyeing Becca with raised, barely there eyebrows. “Going twice.”
“An hour."
#crpdamselflies
add a skeleton here at some point
7 months ago