“Come here,” said Rupert. He didn’t lay a finger on me except for kissing my hand. “I’m not hurting you, am I angel?” he breathed in her ear, running his hands over her body. Fen sauntered out of the ring, pleased that for once even Dino seemed shaken out of his customary cool.
I’ve never not got anyone I really wanted. They could carry on with their Welcome Home celebrations. Halfway through the pudding, when Molly was grumbling that the meringue was just like toffee, Fen walked in with a filthy face and h Those bloody soldiers should turn the guns on themselves.
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