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Brett awoke to the sound of panicky, whispered and frightened voices.
“Wake your father up. Quickly.”
He felt the nudge on his shoulder and fearful voice close to his ear. “Dad! Dad!”
Figuratively speaking Jude Brubaker sat on her favourite sofa, except her whole body was stiff and though seated her legs […]
“This is Africa, doctor, not a stroll in a park in New York,” Blackmore hissed. He couldn’t help the sound of scorn in his voice, but he knew the doctor had a valid point.
The young man felt the physical stirring in his loins and was shockingly aware of the movement in his jeans. His right hand automatically dropped to his lap.
Jude knew the creeping crawling feeling on her skin and she knew why there were tears in her eyes. Fear of the unknown? Fear of dying even?