Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. ” “Annabel, are you mad? To England! You are joking, of course. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. The conflict was of short duration; for Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. She had become unashamed of her nudity, altogether unfocused on her appearance.
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