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Summe

headed for the stairs. Before he knew what he w

y, turned and fixed dark-lashes blue eyes o

d a quest

ssed, and I guessed it must have looke

I spoke that the bumpkin accent I had affected for so long sound

e man who always follows her around stepped closer to me to take a clear stare, which is what

pulling the word out with mild triumph from some

might be more affected if you spend the next

ged, but I reminded myself it wasn't as if this conversation could go anywhe

look of disgust. "And where might

ffed my hat, pushing it under my

ething most people didn't even try to do, and I was impressed with my dark hair a

t it; I reckon it's my light-colored eyes mixed with my dark black hair. One

ch," neither she nor the man appeared to have much to say to th

Summer, Angell at your service, madam." I held out my

ntinued "Lucretia, across

known as Mister

, my eyes taking in her flawless skin, the clear eyes, the light brown she

from under my arm and placed it firmly back on my

rned back, and her slim white hand was outstretched towards me. "I appreciate you

absorbing the softness of her skin. With a nod and a sweet smile, she

cate material of her pencil dress, the precise set of her shoulders, and the vu

the fingers of the hand she'd touched towards my nose. Toul

king about her eyes and that cool, distant stare he'd been thinking about her long vulnerable neck

re to plunge his fingers into it. The fact is he reminded himself, a woman like that doesn't eat, she dines, she doesn

ss McCarthy comes, he will see her without her noticing him. He just wanted to watch her for a while, he told himself, let hims

e her, not even for the most unregulated seconds. They didn't look alike at all. Miss McCarthy was all spun gold mixed with

t a laugh line on his face. H

book he had brought And

ell," a feminin

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