Nora Roberts
Stories
2
Chapters
34
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155.2 K
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Reading
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MONDAY MORNING, WELL SHY OF OPENING, CLARE USED her key to get into Vesta. She heard the enormous mixer chugging along, and went straight back where she knew Avery would be making dough. “Hi! I wanted to talk to you before—” She stopped dead, stared as Avery rolled already mixed and cut dough into balls. “Your hair! It’s . . . Is that magenta? You dyed your hair.” “You had sex.” “I—You dyed your hair because I had sex?” “No. I dyed it because I didn’t have sex.…-
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TAKE TWO, BECKETT THOUGHT AS HE BANGED THE knocker on Clare’s door. This time he carried a cheerful bouquet of white daisies. No point in jinxing things by bringing her the same flowers as last week. It struck him as a little weird, not just the deja vu, but especially the intense anticipation for the evening because of the postponement. Just dinner, he reminded himself. He had to stop making such a big deal out of it in his head, or he’d screw up. He’d played it all over in his mind so…
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THE WEEKEND PASSED IN A BLUR OF SICKBEDS, SOUP, AND scrambled eggs. By Sunday morning, both Liam and Harry felt well enough to be bored and cranky. She’d thought her idea to make camp in the living room where the two boys could have each other and an assortment of books and DVDs for company inspired. But the novelty wore off as Harry, no longer feverish but still a bit peaked, also became thoroughly sick of his brothers. She had to sympathize, as she was fairly sick of them herself. She solved…
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