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seemed she had just gotten abreast of what occurred earlier in the evening

half closed, while laying his chest down on the bed wit

reeched into the phone

s ear, mentally chiding himself for not ha

he said

the poor girl suffered emotional trauma from her experience with you in the evening and dee

happened that Harriet's bodily scent

ha

we could get to that later, Mom. I need to get b

rolling her tongue in her mouth.

olas groaned, rolli

his ear, releasing

t ruined as well, but it's true. I

you have to give this time," Miranda de

his, Mom. I have no interest in being involved with any of y

s holding you b

s the right time for me, I will do what needs to be do

groan as he raked his f

ing your forties, Nick. This is the exact moment you ought to start mak

en dilly-dallying as you have been doing. Your father

" Miranda sighed as sh

to wax nostalgic about her blissful memories

shed her raconteu

get that

enthusiasm as he wearily rubbed his eyes wi

ked her tongue in ap

th the back of his hand as he murmu

said, mouthing those words into the phone,

too, son.

Nicholas placed the phon

lling sleep to take ov

ions over the bed, annoyance settling in in a

s reason. His muscles tensed with waves

He was aging, and the more

ely needed some

*

She had stayed up late into the night, exhausting the list of potential f

r dad's brother. Goosebumps crawled up her skin as she sat on

y while she set a tray of refreshments on th

ering a polite smile. "Ok

mily," Jeanette returned

ntinue with what she had been doing before being

preciation as Jeanett

fifties, a stark opposite both in appearance and

etually carry a gentle smile. Her eyes, a soft shade of hazel, sparkled with warmth and kindness. Her

. His salt-and-pepper hair was meticulously combed back, revealing a receding hairline.His eyes, a vivid shade of blue, held an icy coldness t

ore she could think, as she se

ad developed that unease around him from the

her meeting once with her uncle had

llowed quickly to hide th

fly, taking a seat on his fav

grave as she had recalled,

ted sigh as he lean

ings you by this early in

up and opened it. The sound of its pages crinkling filled the air a

lip ring, twitching

se, her body tingling already in embarrassmen

elp, Uncle Hank. I've been told by the doctor that Gabrielle needs

reath, watchin

what she had said. Instead, he flipped open anot

e smacked them close quickly, sitting up.

despite his age. "Of course I did. My hearing is intac

xiety evident in her eyes. "That's why I'm here, Uncle. I

k, interlocking his fingers over his belly. He took a deep b

briefly, hesitantly an

ross his features. "And how many years has

have to do with anything, Uncle Hank? We

ith irritation. "Your lack of focus is p

aught in her throat, a ch

to a wealthy suitor immediately when you came of age, neither would you be

g open at her unc

from her, but from Jeanette, Hank's wife. She set the tray of freshly b

ing to say, Hank," Je

ger. "Don't tell me what's rig

atching the tense exchange b

, her voice no match fo

sted so much in your education when he could have secured a

a mix of shock and disb

ictorian era. Grow out of that hackneyed mentality of yours," Jea

th the little studies you had. Could you ever think of l

ilent, the tens

y, her words caught i

e's words sank in. She realized how fortunate Harris was to be b

s only a few years older than her. It was little to no wonder that Harris

Harris didn't take after Hank's character, or e

eet, old lady deser

given birth to a daughter. Emily couldn't help but wonde

he lived, and Emily could relate to why

r lips pressed tightly together. She couldn't bring herself to meet her uncle's

he stepped outside, she realized she had been holding her breath. Leaning