’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. ” She took a step. I don't care how lonesome it is. But one of these days everything will click back into place. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. She nodded. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. . ’ Gerald shrugged. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. In those revolutionary times one had to be prepared.
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