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Non-existent.
Right.
Reagan would not believe it even if he told her this right there and then. It just seemed impossible that a man such as him wasn’t at least pursuing someone, much less a couple someones weren’t pursuing him. He made her giggle with his response, which she knew that he was kidding about. “It will work,’’ Rea said with the utmost certainty. Her gaze was torn away from Christopher as she diverted attention to select a mixture of the prettiest eagle and peacock quills. But she was grinning. “Suit yourself. I’m sure there will be greys sprouting from your head soon enough.” He’d be such a cute silver fox!
“There! That should be enough for the nieces and nephews.” Rea was silent for a moment as she chose three more: an eagle one for her and Jude each, a peacock one for Keighley. “Which would you prefer, anyway, Christopher?” |