Were such a thing to happen again, I'd never let Mr. Happy Thanksgiving. Gerald realised Lucy had taken the hint, for she dragged her betrothed towards the door. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “don’t!” “Why not?” she asked, smiling. He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember.
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