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Оглавление“I hope you don’t mind if your boys call me Brett? I told them it’s all right, but if you insist I’ll abide by your rules.”
In no place to deny him anything, Fiona said, “I don’t mind.”
“Good, I’m glad we agree on that, Mrs. Goldberg.”
“Me too, Mr. Blackwell.”
It felt as if they were playing a game in which neither of them had said they could call each other by their given names, but both wanted to. She thought of him as Brett. Had since last night. Yet that wouldn’t be right. She would soon marry someone else and—
“Oh…” She stumbled slightly.
“What is it? You step on a rock?”
“No.” Josiah had said he’d be back this afternoon. “I probably should have remained at the house.”
A sternness formed on his face. “The mayor is having lunch with the new preacher. He’ll be busy for some time yet.”
“Oh.”
“Come, now,” Brett said. “There’s no frowning allowed on picnics.”
He was once again smiling and his eyes looked bluer than the sky. Mesmerized for a moment, she wasn’t sure how to respond.
