C232 The Price of Passion

The familiar nickname stopped Jeanne in her tracks. She froze, her hurried gait coming to an abrupt halt. She whirled around, ponytail swinging, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Ethan.

As always, he looked devastatingly handsome in his casual T-shirt and jeans with sunglasses shielding those penetrating eyes.

Unaware of the unseen audience, Jeanne walked slowly towards him