Murder in the Raw
“The yellow funnel emblazoned with “Fun-Sun” in blue letters assured Rex this was indeed Helen’s ship. But where was she?
Suddenly he spotted her through the crowd milling by the terminal. “Helen!” he shouted, cupping his hands to his mouth and waving frantically.
She half-ran toward him, a smile breaking out on her face. Her nautical style navy and white dress fit her just right. Her tanned skin brought out the blue of her eyes, and she had done something with her hair—he couldn’t tell what, but it seemed softer than he remembered.
“You look wonderful,” he told her, deliberating whether to embrace her, and suddenly wanting to very much.
“And you look very huggable.” She stood on her toes in her mid-heel sandals and flung her arms around his shoulders. “Do I get a kiss?”
Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her full on the lips.
“Do you notice anything about me?”
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