It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour.
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