Have you seen Frances?โ He tilted his head to the right. โI believe sheโs off rooting about in the bushes.โ Anne followed his gaze uneasily. โRooting?โ โShe told me she was practicing for the next play.โ Anne blinked at him, not following. โFor when she gets to be a unicorn.โ โOh, of course.โ She chuckled. โShe is rather tenacious, that one.
Julia QuinnHis mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. Heโ โstill had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.
Julia QuinnBlake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And maybe a little butter. It certainly couldn't hurt. And jam...no, he drew the line at jam. She was a spy, after all.
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