”“Come on, sit down,” said Malise. “Jake was talking. ”“That horse would benefit from some dressage,” thought Malise Gordon disapprovingly. He felt absurdly pleased, and wondered why the hell he’d been playing around with Miss Roumania.
”“Do you mind?” said a shrill voice, barging through the circle of mutual admiration. “I guess he can do it by himself. As Macaulay sidled beneath him, Helen put up a trembling hand to stroke the horse’s black neck. Jake asked if he could speak to Tory again.
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