Deduction
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …“What are you doing?” Becca asked. He smiled over his shoulder, his mood abruptly shifting. Suddenly he looked like a little boy in a sweet shop. He pulled out a set of picks and began working the lock. “You failed to tell me your brother was a locksmith,” Molly said,
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Part Twenty-Nine Liam straightened as if he’d just realized where they were and what they’d been doing, that he shouldn’t have gotten so friendly with her. “I’m fine,” Becca said. “Just fine. So sorry. I didn’t mean to. I mean, carry on.” She stood and went around the table to Molly, grabbing her by the
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Part Twenty-Six Molly followed her. “Does he do that a lot?” “Just for me and our mother, and now you.” “No, not that.” Good lord, she would need a fan for her face at this point. “Yes, he does.” “Why is that, do you think?” “Well, because he can, for one. He’s very observant, and
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Twenty-Three “Where exactly is it that you want me to take you? As if I’ve nothing better to do with my life.” She didn’t believe him. Molly decided that from now on she was going to ignore that side of him. Ignore him, when he was like that. “Where were you heading when you got
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Part Eighteen Liam jerked off his cravat, tossing it at his bed. Blasted thing could choke a man to death. Whose idea was it to truss up a person’s neck like a Christmas goose anyway? Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, he raked his hands over a face beginning to stubble over. He
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Part Eight “She’s sleeping.” Becca said quietly as she slipped into Liam’s lab. “And I am not cleaning up your thumb.” He looked up from over a book to see his sister peering cautiously under the table. “Mrs. Anderson will do it when she comes in tomorrow,” he said. “She’s used to that sort of
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