December 30, 2011

Doorstep -Bloodstone

She knew Seth Bloodstone’s background, personal training richmond, Virginia, highest honors in his class, accurate marksman. There wasn’t anything the man couldn’t do. But he’d turned her down, so why now was he standing at the front door of her mother’s home? Why now? She gestured him in with a sweep of her hand, but he shook his head no. “Cain’t do it. It ain’t right.” He stumbled his words. “Just cain’t do it.”