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With a chagrined laugh, Donald admitted this was so. "Do you want me to wait for him?" he asked. |
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It was a considerate offer, and Linda hesitated a moment before refusing. In that moment reason mastered her irritation with Peter and she shook her head. "I wish I could," she said, "but I don't think Mrs. Bates would like it and, besides, you've been traveling and must be tired. In a way it's better." Linda glanced at the piles of luggage that had come off the plane labeled with Rose-Anne's name. "We'd never fit all the bags in the Alfa I rented, so one of us would have had to go in a cab with the luggage anyway." |
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By the time Peter arrived, Linda's good humor had been completely restored. She was actually looking forward to having a little while alone with him. He was obviously delighted to see her, waving vigorously and grinning all over his face. |
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As soon as he was in earshot, the grin turned wicked. "My bet paid off," he said with a broad wink. "Did you send Donald and Rose-Anne on ahead?" |
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"Do you mean you missed that plane on purpose?" Linda gasped, torn between laughter and exasperation. |
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"Of course." The crooked, boyish grin that was so endearing broadened even further. "And I missed this one toodidn't I?" |
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"Yep. Missed this one too, just by a hair. Had |
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