Brian’s face broke out in a wide grin as he slapped Roarke on the back. “That’s a woman, isn’t it?””Delicate as a rose, my Eve. Fragile and quiet natured.” He grinned himself when he heard her curse, loud and vicious. “A voice like a flute.””And you’re sloppy in love with her.””Pitifully.

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