”“Don’t be mean, Fen,” said Tory gently. Perhaps Tory had kicked up a fuss when he got home and he’d decided the whole thing wasn’t worth the hassle. He might as well get a job as a nanny. ”“Revenge,” said Malise.
Janey didn’t bother to dress for a late lunch, which started with salad Nicoise. As he flipped through it, they hitched a lift in the horsebox back to the blue Porsche. Ludwig was blowing a hunting horn. She knew she ought to undress and try to sleep.
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