"Where you coming from?" the brunette asked.
In every brunette she saw Angela and Mom.
Brady whipped around at the familiar voice, staring at the petite brunette before him in surprise.
A short brunette waved her over.
A pretty brunette, mugged in a back alley, raped and killed.
The petite brunette had certainly been blessed with her share of beauty.
I'll be the rotund brunette no one wants to talk to!
The brunette paled before belting, "Rainy!"
Linda flashed her a strained smile that made her feel welcome for the first time in a week before the pretty brunette gave the blond man, Lon, a hug and kiss.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
Probably just some bum, the brunette driver said with a forced laugh.
He wrapped his arms around the brunette as she rose with the object in hand.
The brunette waved in return and led her through the small town to a boardwalk lining the wide, slow-moving Mississippi River.
She shook her head and twisted to face the corner, where the blonde Oracle and brunette Healer sat together.
Sonya was a slender little brunette with a tender look in her eyes which were veiled by long lashes, thick black plaits coiling twice round her head, and a tawny tint in her complexion and especially in the color of her slender but graceful and muscular arms and neck.
The voluptuous brunette was pert and sophisticated.
A brunette woman worked to stabilize her, and Sofia froze in place.
"We need to take her to the hospital, now," the brunette told him.
"Yes, please come," the brunette urged.
"I'm Linda," the brunette said.
Right now, I feel like a brunette with gray eyes.
Jessi looked up at the speaker, stunned by the tall brunette with a body Jessi would kill for.
Four people stood outside the door: a leggy brunette, a photographer armed with a huge camera and two others.
The brunette obeyed, taking her place at his left.