LOREN
Her ridiculousness did indeed make him smile, if only for a brief moment. ”It was a good idea. Sorry my habit of collecting strays ruined it.” As Rexanna quipped about leaving behind a souvenir that could only be traced back to her, however, Loren’s smile came back, and this time it actually stayed there. ”I guess I have to start checking all my bathroom windows on a regular basis now.” Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, given how and why she’d broken the first one, but he had made his tone light and teasing, so hopefully she’d understand it was just a joke. ”I think I’d prefer just you, all things considered.”Then they arrived at the front door of the Manor and he glanced up at the imposing facade before sighing. Zariah could’ve softened the place up a bit; as it stood, it looked more fortress than home. Then again, the compound had also looked that way, so maybe it did feel like home to her. ”Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m sure you’re busy.” Just because she professed to being mostly done with wedding planning didn’t mean it was true: he was sure she had a million little tasks and not nearly enough time for any of them.
Plus it was late, he'd been through a lot, and he was tired. So sue him.
A beggar's book
outworths
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