Her saucer eyes followed him everywhere. Being near her was a lot like tipping the balancing world, to measure one’s footing, when all it wanted was to spiral Evan out of control- a spiral with no recovery, only impact. Pale silver eyes rimmed of kohl lashes blinking at him every few minutes of the flight until he excused himself to get both of them something to eat. She displayed no novice qualms at flying, so his theory disproved itself. She wasn’t nervous flying. And now that they had landed, the airport security once again having checked them, with mild surprise at their lack of baggage. Thankfully, they didn’t comment. They were both Morrocans, returning to work here for six months. Minnela and Connel Gerber, oil company engineers relieved to be back home. That’s the look no one questioned. It implied they traveled back and forth from Morocco enough times a year, they had made themselves a home in the Eastern African country. Now she was sitting at the bench, haplessly surveyin
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