Chapter 47
Dazed, Lynne looked up into an entrancing pair of warm brown eyes with flecks of gold throughout the iris. “Jesus H. Tap-dancing Christ. Are. Are you ok? Here, let me help you up. Can you get up on your own?" In the back of Lynne’s mind, she vaguely registered that he was saying something to her as he held a tan hand out to her. Shaking the fog from her mind and registering her surroundings, Lynne took a mental inventory of her body. No pain or cramps in my abdomen. All good signs. Thank the heavens. Taking the outstretched hand, she gave him a watery smile and allowed him to help her off of the floor. “So so sorry about that. I wasn’t,” he paused to pickup her lunch bag, “paying attention. My momma always told me I was as graceful as an ox on ice skates. Geez. I’m rambling.” Lynne reg
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