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With a chagrined laugh, Donald admitted this was so. "Do you want me to wait for him?" he asked.
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."
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.
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?"
"Do you mean you missed that plane on purpose?" Linda gasped, torn between laughter and exasperation.
"Of course." The crooked, boyish grin that was so endearing broadened even further. "And I missed this one toodidn't I?"
"What?" Linda exclaimed.
"Yep. Missed this one too, just by a hair. Had

 
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