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“Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. Ennison,” she said, letting her fingers rest in his. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. ’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. Then he sensed the trap. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. "And someday let him care for me!" She sprang up, alarmed.
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