Chapter 67
- Blaine's boots crunched on the fine gravel pathway as he paced back and forth in front of the imposing iron gate, his dark shadow stretching long and wavy beneath the dim glow of the street lamps.
- He kept glancing at his watch, then to the gate, and then up the winding driveway, hoping for any sign of an oncoming car.
- With every passing minute, Blaine's anxiety ratcheted up another notch. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to temper the swirling storm of emotions within.