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Her Master’s Wedding-14
Clean and pink and still charmingly naked, Charlotte reappears from the bathroom. Her eyes pass between us, then slit. “What were you talking about?” With my best ‘dressing-to-talk-to-the-vicar’ voice, I reply, “Nothing much. Just what we might do for the rest of the day. Michael was suggesting a walk down by the lake, and a picnic perhaps.” With a stretch and a yawn like a cat, “Oh…. Sounds great.” “Dare I ask how much sleep the two of you got last night?” She covers her mouth with her hand, eyes dancing green. “Er, not a lot.” ***** Chapter Twenty-Four - The ‘Facility’ “Everything in place?” Michael leans back against the wall, arms folded, watching as I fill the racks, shelves, cupboards and drawers he so carefully built. “Almost.” “Where is she?” “Upstairs, lost in a good boo
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