Here we are again, anoth­er six sen­tences from my WiP. I’ve actu­al­ly set this one aside as I work on some­thing new (again) but this plot is always turn­ing around in my mind.  Con­tin­ued from last week:

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She sure did­n’t look like a promi­nent surgeon.

“So do you feel bad about read­ing his pri­vate things?”

Brynn glared at her friend. When she real­ized that it was a seri­ous ques­tion, her jaw dropped. “Are you kid­ding me?”

Susan shrugged. “He might say you had no right to be peek­ing in his files in the first place.”

That’s it for me today. I’m off to work for the man. Have a great week every­one, and don’t for­get to check out the offi­cial Six Sen­tence Sun­day Site.