Angela stopped, like the rest of her group of friends, to
enjoy the tall, dark stranger standing on the beach. He was obviously looking
for someone, and they all hoped one of them was it. He turned his gaze and
caught the clutch of girls gawking. He flashed a brilliant white smile, all the
brighter for his dark skin, which made the girls melt. All except Angela. There
was something ominous in that smile. Something predatory. It was a power
symbol, not a friendly one.
Perhaps because she wasn’t tittering like her friends, the
man fixed his gaze on her.
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