Marco peered at me this time, then at Duncan. Then he flushed—no idea why—and scuttled back over to join his ‘daughters’ on stage. He was in time to catch Reg before he fell, after treading on his hem of his ballgown and then tripping over the stuffed cat.
“You… um.” Yeah, still practising my witty banter, it seemed. I gestured at Duncan’s tool kit. “What have you been fixing tonight?”
“That curtain,” he said simply. “It’s secure now.”
I grimaced. “Did you find…?”
Duncan laughed. “I turfed Gawain out, he was lurking behind it. He and Marco have been groping behind there whenever they can.”
“I know.” I laughed too. Impossible not to, when his was so infectious. And the way his mouth quirked up at one side, and his teeth flashed, and his lips glistened like he’d just licked his lips—
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