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“You make Rebecca sound like Francis’ prized pet,” Andrea whispers. “If she’s a pet, what does that make me—a toy?” Robert blushes but continues down the hall. Andrea reaches out and grabs his elbow, forcing him to stop. With a sigh he turns around and nods his head in Rebecca’s direction—she’s several feet in front of them and doesn’t seem to realize that they’ve stopped. “Go ahead, Rebecca,” Andrea calls. “I think I dropped an earring and Robert said he’d help me find it.” “Are you sure you don’t want more help, Andrea?” Rebecca asks. “Of course,” Andrea says. “I wouldn’t want to keep Lance waiting.” Rebecca nods and her slim figure disappears down the hallway. Andrea turns to Robert and gives the butler a searching look. She doesn’t think he’d lie to her about Francis’ wishes, bu