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We walked to the foyer and Chloe followed. She snatched a brown cloak from a hook near the door and held it out to me. “You can borrow this. Sometimes the road is very muddy and I wouldn’t want you to get some on your dress.”
I smiled at her and took the cloak. “Thanks, but-” I glanced down at my bare feet. “What about shoes?”
“Your strange shoes are drying in the sun outside, so you might borrow some of my boots,” Chloe offered me.
I wrapped my arms around her stiff form and gave her a hug. “You’re a lifesaver.”
When I drew us apart Chloe was blushing, but it was a becoming red hue. She bowed her head and her hands fidgeted together in front of her. “I-it’s nothing.”
“Christine,” Tristan called from the open doorway.
I spun around and hurried to him, swinging the cloak o
