She freezes at the sound of his voice, not quite trusting herself not to break down if she looke dup and saw him standing there... but she couldn't stare at her book forever... it would be agony to have him infront of her and not look at him. She brought her bright blue gaze to him slowly, swallowing back a lump in her throat. Why did she do it? He didn't want to know... but he'd notice if she stood. At four months pregnant her bump hasn't huge- but it was noticeable, and it would be especially to him, he knew her body as well as his own. She nervously drew strands of gold from her lightly tanned face, drawing a soft breath "Brent... what are you doing here?" -- RD Future: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Sun, Oct 24 2004, 3:18pm PDT
Author: Angel
Subject: She freezes at the sound of his voice, not quite trusting herself not to break down if she looke dup and saw him standing there... but she couldn't stare at her book forever... it would be agony to have him infront of her and not look at him. She brought her bright blue gaze to him slowly, swallowing back a lump in her throat. Why did she do it? He didn't want to know... but he'd notice if she stood. At four months pregnant her bump hasn't huge- but it was noticeable, and it would be especially to him, he knew her body as well as his own. She nervously drew strands of gold from her lightly tanned face, drawing a soft breath "Brent... what are you doing here?"
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he frowned, stepping forward, his tone full of the hurt and anger he'd been harboring the last two months "Why do you think I'm here Angel? Do you really have no idea?" (NT) -- Brent, Sun, Oct 24 2004, 3:21pm PDT

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