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Оглавление“Where’s your little boy?”
Cimarron turned to a corner of the kitchen and paled when he saw the cubbyhole was empty. “He was right there.”
“Maybe he slipped out the back door.”
“I would have heard him. He’s here somewhere. Wyatt?” He moved to the cubbyhole, where Wyatt’s toys were still strewn about. He squatted and let out his breath, relieved. “Here he is.”
Sarah followed Cimarron’s gaze. The child was curled into a ball on an open shelf under the counter, all but hidden from view. Cimarron stuffed the toys into a bag and gently slid Wyatt out. He hoisted the bag over one shoulder and the boy over the other.
Sarah studied the two of them. Neither was at ease with the other and she wondered why.
“You’re not very good at looking after him, are you?” she said bluntly.
