The River to Glory Land. Janie DeVos

if I give you a friendly piece of advice, Miss Strickland?”

      “Uh…no. I guess not.”

      He stepped even closer to me, placed his hand up on the wall next to my head and leaned in. He was close enough that I could see his eyes were green, though the shade varied from a dark green at the edge of his irises to a lemon-lime green in the center. Some women would find his eyes sensual, but they made me terribly uncomfortable, as if he could see through me.

      Scott looked to the right and left, then seeing that no one was within earshot said, “The next time you’re going to neck with someone else’s husband, make sure there are no windows in the door of the room you’re in. If someone were to walk by and happen to catch a glimpse, they’d sure get an eyeful.”

      “Oh, my God,” I whispered.

      “Fear not, Miss Strickland.” He smiled, apparently amused because he’d caught me in such a compromising position. “There was no one with me. However, I can’t tell you if anyone else saw anything before or after I walked by. Your secret is safe with me at least.” Suddenly, his grin faded away, and he looked at me hard for a second or two longer. Then, without saying another word, he pushed himself away from the wall and headed down the hallway.