‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. ’ At that, a flush drenched her cheeks and she snatched her hand away. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ” His lips tightened, and he frowned with solemn resolution.
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