E. Bradley Pilgrim
Sidney, Nebraska
"But how did you know I was from New Mexico?" The bridge of his nose formed crevices, and an invisible string pulled his head a little to the left while raising the right corner of his mouth.
"Seriously?" She appeared intrigued by his puzzled question. "I would recognize that sun-worn Southwestern skin anywhere."
He smiled. "You know, there was a time when I was quite handsome and charming."
"Oh, really." A thought warmed her face. "Where were you living then?"