Chapter IX
BRENDON’S LUCK
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. “Yeah. ” He was
slightly tipsy. She
wore the most expensive athletic shoes money could buy
in a fashionable black color with neon green laces. "
"So she may," returned Jack, brightening up; "it's a good idea. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A
Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. She
moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing
against her panties under her skirt. "Your detective has been remiss in his duty; let him suffer for it. Vite, I pray you. I want you to be my
wife. If he dies she is safe. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. "
"If it were so, he would have great reason to be proud of the relationship, truly,"
observed Wood, shrugging his shoulders. Diane suggested to
him that he retire early, and he did so agreeably, halfknowing it to be an order.
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