Chapter 7-1

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7 “You have that funny look on your face again.” Celia laughed softly and nudged Tristan’s leg under the table with her high-heeled black boot. For the last ten minutes, he’d been watching the door of a bookshop, waiting, holding his breath. Kat was inside. It had been sheer luck that he’d convinced Celia to meet him at the little café across the street, because he intended to pick up the book he’d ordered for Kat from G. David’s. They’d only just taken their seats in front of the window when an all-too-familiar, tantalizing figure trudged through the snow to the store across the street. His Kat. Well…she would be his soon enough. “Tristan, what is the matter with you? Is everything all right? I’ve never seen you so distracted. First last night, now this morning. If I didn’t know you

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