The girl had practically surrendered herself, and he’d missed his chance to take her. She had been right there in front of him, an opportunity dropped directly in his lap, and he’d brushed it off like a crumb. Well, not exactly. He had frozen up, unable to move. Now she was gone, back into the ho...
He opened the door about two inches and peered through the crack. The metal latch prevented it from opening any further. Mr. Ahmed was breathing hard. Perspiration moistened his forehead, and his black hair glistened like an oil slick. “All is fine,” he bluntly assured me. I tried to peer over ...