![]() ![]() She rolled to face her bedmate, enjoying the closeness. She wouldn’t have figured Miss Stapleton-Alice-for a cuddler. ![]() Molly woke at dawn, startled to find a slender, pale arm draped across her chest. “I think,” Molly said, much later, “it’s high time I called you Alice.” But as Alice sat in the chair by the window, avoiding looking at the too-familiar Norfolk countryside, her hands deftly restitching the fallen hem, she thought she could feel the echoes of that warm touch on her skin for the rest of the afternoon. Molly stepped back, and Alice let go of her hand. “Good,” Molly said, and it was little more than a breath. Wraxhall, so she nodded.Īlice closed her eyes to avoid the temptation of looking at Molly’s mouth. Wraxhall?” Alice didn’t need to look to know that Molly had that sly, crooked smile playing across her lips.Īlice was indeed very fond of Mrs. She stood perfectly still, staring fixedly at Molly’s shoulder. Alice stepped forward, and now their boots were almost touching, their hands clasped together. Molly regarded her for a moment, then tugged Alice’s hand so she had to come closer or let go. ![]() “The kind that helps the people I’m fond of.” I like to do the kind of work that matters to people.” She missed it terribly. I hate being idle.” That was the truth, and it felt strange to admit it-as if she were confessing to something more improper than a fondness for work. ![]()
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