’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. I’m taking no chances. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. He leaned forward to embrace her. " "You are mocking me, Rowland.
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