“Want one?” Michelle deadpanned. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. Kneebone he's not here. Then his tiny bow mouth opened into an adoring smile. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands.
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