The young man was blushing, his eyes downcast so that he wouldn"t have to look at Amanda. “This is Melissa,” he muttered under his breath. “I only just met her yesterday. She"s a good friend.”
Of all things, Amanda hugged herself and shivered. What could…The girl seemed flustered by the implications that she might have feelings for Kevin. But why…Melissa remembered the story her father had told. She prayed to God Almighty that racism wasn"t the cause of that reaction.
“Amanda!”
The sound of a gruff voice shouting her name caused the girl to jump and cover her mouth with both hands. When Melissa turned around, she began to understand Amanda"s jumpiness. This can"t be good.
This can"t be good.A man in a gray suit and white shirt with the collar left open came striding through the grass.
