“Honestly, sir,” I said, “I don’t see why you’re making such a fuss.” We had excused ourselves to speak privately for a moment, leaving poor Charlie politely rocking on his heels in the foyer. Jackaby, for any undue fluttering on my part,” Charlie said diplomatically.” “Who said I was talking about your eyelashes? Charlie has eyelashes.” “It’s the bubbly auras and fluttering eyelashes that really test one’s limits.” I’m familiar with the concept,” he groused. “Normal people do occasionally express fondness for one another.” I straightened and tried to will the flush out of my cheeks. You do recall that you saw each other yesterday?”Ĭharlie pulled away but paused to brush a hand gently across my neck. You are young and your love is a hot biscuit and other abysmally romantic metaphors, I’m sure.
“That will suffice,” Jackaby grumbled loudly from behind me. “Miss Rook!” His chocolate brown eyes brightened as he saw me, and he crossed the room at once to sweep me into a warm embrace.
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