Chapter 39 Act Of War

• As we made our way to the car, Paul's eyes darted furtively towards me, applying an air of suspense that slowed our pace considerably. Standing in front of the SUV door, Paul jerked me back into his embrace scrutinising the apparent bewilderment on my face.
• Without warning, he held my back steadily close to him. “Honeycomb,” he whispered. His eyes glistened, yet his face was hazardous.
• “Paul?” I responded in confusion. Then he cupped my face and gave me an exuberant kiss. Right off the bat, I knew what it was all about.