Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. She reached for the door handle. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. ” He consumed Irish stew for some moments. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon.
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