But he had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his attention to another quarter. But before the Grieg concerto was done, she knew that she was free. Prudence twinkled at them, and reached out to pat Melusine’s hand. Shari squealed, clutching her towel around her. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation.
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