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Оглавление“In my experience, there’s always a shoe about to drop somewhere.”
She raised her head as he lowered his, and their lips met in a sweet version of an age-old dance.
“What do you do,” he asked slowly, “when the shoe drops?”
“Oh.” Her voice sounded reedy. “It depends.”
“On?”
Cass laughed, not very convincingly. “On whether it’s a combat boot or a flip-flop.”
“What about a nice, comfortable loafer? How do you react then?”
“To tell the truth, usually it’s the combat boot, in which case I turn tail and run.”
“Well, what’s between you and me doesn’t have to do with the orchard or the coffee shop,” he whispered. “It’s courtship simply for the pleasure of it. Nothing more and nothing less. No promises, no demands. No permanency.” He kissed her again, treasuring her sweet response. “No shoes.”
