Gemotions

The sheer audacity of it all was almost too much for Beatrice. Mr. Finch, who always pretended to be struggling to make ends meet, was now in his driveway admiring a vintage sports car. A deep flush warmed her face. Her senses felt heightened.

She crossed her arms, trying to contain her excitement. Her heart was beating like a drum. The thought of his secrets, his hidden life, filled her with a strange, dizzying sensation.

She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to run over there. The truth was far more interesting than she ever imagined. This was a new game, and she couldn't wait to play.