Romance: Catching Helena Handbasket - Plot & Excerpts
“This is so beautiful,” Helena gushed, skipping with girlish glee through the grasses beneath her as she added, “I have to admit, even the simple act of walking by this park never fails to raise my spirits.” Trey chuckled. “Do you mean to say that—after what just transpired in the back of the limo—your spirits needed even more of a lift?” he queried, arching his eyebrows to curious—and perhaps downright disbelieving—effect. Helena blushed. “Not exactly. If my spirits bolted up even higher, in fact, I’d be risking a major cardiac event—but this place is still amazing,” she beamed, casting her head back to bask in the tendrils of a passing breeze. “It’s like visiting a forest in the middle of a sea of concrete—one of the few places in the city where you can still see green—and it doesn’t come in the form of a fifty or a fiver. Though I must admit that, throughout the course of my life, I’ve seen far more fives than fifties…”
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