Ken blinked. “The house painted?” He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. “Honey, if you want me to answer questions, you’re going to have to stop touching me!”
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his permanently tanned face. “
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She decided there were three possibilities: No one was home, everyone was asleep, or this was all a bad dream
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The mansion sat on the dwarfed hillock like a huge black lump. It was more menacing, more forbidding, and twice as ugly as she’d remembered it. Not a single light shone out in welcome.
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The trees thinned, and Chris found herself gaping in chilled horror at the sight in front of her.
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The narrow drive stretching in front of her looked ominously black
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was reminded that it was the Christmas season as she drove past candles burning in small-paned windows framed by ruffled white colonial curtains. Green wreaths and red bows adorned doors.
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I’ve been such a boob. S
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The key. The smile. And Zanzibar. He had hung in there. There had been times when he’d been angry, but he’d never deserted her…not even when she’d kicked him out of her house.
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At the ripe old age of twenty-nine she might be incredibly inexperienced in the mating game, but she should have known the real thing when it came along, she scolded herself.