" And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Only she hadn’t. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. “I wrote it for you. ” Ann Veronica flung away from her hand, and the pepper-pot on the tray upset, sending a puff of pepper into the air and instantly filling them both with an intense desire to sneeze. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. ” For a fraction of a second the two young men hesitated.
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