CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PENELOPE MARTIN WAS a tall, attractive woman with mahogany hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail, a thick fringe of bangs that skimmed the tops of her long, violet eyes, and a pretty mouth that looked like it hadn’t smiled in a while. Her features were soft and feminine in an oval face. She had a barely discernible scar under her left eye.
Ms. Martin ushered Fabiana and Warwicke into her home and motioned for them to sit on a comfortable looking couch in front of a cold fireplace. She sat down in a chair across from them. “I know it’s very late. Thank you for coming right over, Ms. Maricruz...” she glanced at Warwicke and smiled, “Mr. Honeybun.” She blushed softly. “I’m a really big fan.”
Warwicke smiled at her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Martin.”
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