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Abbie lowered her lashes, seductively. “Why, sir, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Then I’ll have to show—” The telephone began to ring. For a moment Grey gazed down at her, then he dropped the briefest kiss on her mouth. “It appears you have a reprieve.”

She didn’t want a reprieve and reached out for him. “Whoever it is will leave a message, Grey. Don’t go.”

“It’ll be Robert. I should have phoned him an hour ago.” He raised her hand absently to his lips. “Why don’t you see if you can rustle up something for supper?”

“Well, gee, shucks. Thanks, mister,” she murmured as he disappeared in the direction of the study. It was the first time she had ever come third. To a phone call and food.