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A/N: Thanks to Jo Wickaninish and Sherry for the beta readings and to Julu who
took the time to
read this and to encourage me. Thanks to Gabriella Du Sult for loaning me her
name and her
dress shop as well at the Padma Patil and George Weasley pairing. This story
started out as lark
on the fluff thread and turned into - well - this. Thanks to all my fellow
fluffers for the
Chapter One: The Wedding
Roger Davies observed the milling wedding guests all around him and wondered how
law of déjà vu worked. It seemed that every wedding he had ever attended had
trappings: the sunny June day, the white tent on a green lawn, the string
quartet, the open
bar, the pretty bridesmaids in pale pink and the sentimental ladies wearing
Knowing what would happen next was supposed to be a tactical advantage. In this
as soon as photographs had been taken, the wedding party would appear and Roger
would have his chance to chat up the maid-of-honor. This was an obvious benefit
vu - the obvious detraction being the stifling boredom.
He sighed and decided that he would take full advantage of this foresight and
way over to the maid-of-honor, whilst avoiding his mother. Weddings brought out
worst in his mother, since she despaired of ever attending one for either of her
He smirked at the thought of his mother in a wide-brimmed hat daubing at her
eyes as he
pledged undying love to . . . ? The blank face of the fantasy bride brought
him up short.
He could imagine her figure - it was his fantasy after all. But there was no
face to go
Not that he was surprised, really. He had never been in love and at the
venerable age of
thirty, he didn't think he ever would be.
He caught sight of a hot pink turban bobbing purposefully through the crowd.
mother, a tall woman with abominable taste in clothes, was either looking for
him or for
his brother, Richard. He ducked behind a row of potted topiaries and found
himself on a
long flagstone patio overlooking a blue lake shimmering in the late afternoon
He was so taken with the view that at first he didn't notice the witch sitting
teakwood bench at the opposite end of the veranda. She was wearing clingy black
which showed off her slim figure and lovely legs, but it was her hair that
He had always fancied women with dark glossy hair, even though he usually ended
For the first time that afternoon, his boredom eased. He would chat her up and
just maybe she would have something interesting to say. And maybe she had blue
to go with that beautiful hair.
He hesitated for a moment. Where had that come from? He had never thought
color before chatting up a woman. His mind was really playing tricks on him
Walking toward her, he decided to go for the blatantly obvious pick up line. It
show him whether she had a sense of humor or not.
"Beautiful view," he remarked.
Startled, she whirled around. "Oh!" The sun was directly in her face, so she
eyes with her hand. "Um - sorry. What did you say?"
"I was just admiring the scenery," he said with a conspiratorial smile. The
better in the front, but he still couldn't see her eyes with her hand cupped
Instead of smiling back, she went very still. "Roger?"
He moved in front of her so she wouldn't have to look into the sun and he could
properly. "Lisa Turpin," he said slowly. "I should have known." He held out
feeling the first genuine smile of the day cross his face. Sweet, serious Lisa
had been two years behind him at Hogwarts - and would never go out with him.
"It's been a long time," she acknowledged, blushing a becoming shade of pink as
her hand in his. That blush - and those startling blue eyes - here was déjà vu
at its best.
He bent to kiss her cheek, experiencing that same mysterious attraction he had
for her. "You look fantastic," he said, still holding her hand. He half
expected her to
bristle, since she had hated it whenever he commented on her appearance back at
Surprisingly, she didn't pull her hand away and she didn't chide him for the
"Thank you," she said huskily. "I needed to hear that."
"One wants to look one's best at one's ex-fiancé's wedding." She dropped her
his and smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of the short black robes she wore.
"Indeed," he murmured, thinking that she had certainly pulled out the stops with
dress. But it must have been quite a while ago that she was engaged to Barry.
"So - er -
are you wearing mourning colors for the groom?"
He smiled as she glared up at him. "Or the bride?"
"Oh!" She laughed. "Lady DuSult says that black is chic nowadays - not the
"And by what authority does Lady DuSult make such a proclamation?"
"She has the trendiest robe shop in Diagon Alley."
"Ah." He dropped on to the bench next to her.
She tilted her head. "You must be mourning the bride though, if she is one of
"No, Melinda is my cousin."
"My mistake," she said with an unexpected smile. "You would scarcely have time
attend all the weddings of your exes."
"One must make time for these solemn occasions." He was amused that Lisa still
disapproved of him.
Lisa glanced in the direction of the wizards drinking and laughing at the bar. It had been a
long wait for
the photographer to finish with the wedding party. "Solemn," she smiled.
"As a wedding guest it's your duty to celebrate." He snapped his fingers and a
appeared with a tray of drinks. Roger deftly grabbed two glasses of champagne
the elf Disapparated.
"I don't know if I can," she confessed, the merriment gone from her eyes.
Her eyes widened. "You will?"
"Why not?" he said, tugging at her free hand. "You should be strutting around
dress, not hiding behind the potted plants."
"I suppose you know all about strutting," she retorted as she stood up. Even in
only reached his shoulder.
"I don't do my strutting in little black robes, sweetheart."
She tossed her head. "Oh, what do you strut around in then?"
"Nothing at all," he answered with a grin, expecting her to grin knowingly back
Instead she blushed - a real honest-to-goodness embarrassed blush - something
Roger hadn't seen a woman of his acquaintance do in years.
"Well," she said after an awkward moment. "I deserved that for asking, didn't
looked briefly into his eyes and then ducked her head.
"No," he said quickly. "You didn't deserve to feel uncomfortable. Sorry."
She gave him a twisted smile and put her glass down on the bench. The sense of
was even stronger, Roger thought ruefully, except for the alcohol they could
been back at Hogwarts.
Mother of Merlin, help me, Lisa thought. She was out of her league trying to
Roger Davies of all people. It was this dress Padma had talked her into buying.
you can't flirt, Lisa, that dress will do it for you," she had said.
And why on earth had she brought up her broken engagement? She glanced sideways
her new escort to make sure he was still there and that he was still Roger
same handsome, assured Roger Davies she had fancied back at Hogwarts.
She must have blushed beet red. Lisa almost stopped in mid-stride at this
anyone blush past the age of twenty? And what must Roger think of her?
He would think her inexperienced and prudish and would regret ever offering to
her for the rest of the wedding, she thought miserably.
His hand was on the small of her back, gently propelling her toward the back
she was to sit with the guests from St. Mungo's. One good thing about being
the "work table" was that she was far away from the head table and the wedding
But if Roger was Melinda's cousin . . .
"With my odious cousins," he answered in a normal voice. "I'd sooner sit with
Melinda's colleagues." Now he stopped and looked down at her. "Or Barry's
Which group is it?"
"Neither," she answered crisply. "I work for Barry's father, Nigel. And at the
my job, I am here with a smile on my face."
"What do you mean the threat to your job?" he asked sharply. Then to her
drew her to one of the side exits of the tent. Here house elves were Apparating
of salads for the first course.
"Um, we should find our seats," she said nervously at the serious expression on
He glanced at the scurrying house elves. "We have a few minutes. Melinda and
aren't seated yet. So explain how you were coerced into coming to this
And make it fast and make it complete so I know what I'm getting into."
A bit taken back at how quickly his tone had changed from flirty to all-
business, she took
a deep breath and tried to put the best spin on a series of bad decisions. "A
year ago I
was working at the Department of Mysteries when Nigel Anderson - that's Barry's
- requested help with Therapeutic Charms involving time. Since my experience
Time-Turners, I was the one sent to St. Mungo's."
He nodded for her to continue.
"It was a chance to do something practical along with the theoretical. Mr.
seemed very happy with my work - and very happy with me." She almost blushed
as she remembered his fulsome compliments. She glanced at Roger who was
intently. "Anyway, he introduced me to Barry who wasted no time asking me out."
sighed as she came to the painful part. "My mother was thrilled that such a
man was interested in me. But - "
She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.
"But?" Roger prompted.
"But Mum fell ill - and the Healers only gave her a few weeks to live." She
began to rush
over the difficult parts. "Mum's dearest wish was that I be settled." She
looked Roger in
the eye. "So against my better judgment, we got engaged."
"What do you mean?" Roger asked, two lines forming between his eyes. "Against
"I . . ." She hesitated, not wanting to say that she had only entered an
engagement for her
mother's sake. "We really weren't suited and our engagement was short - just
months. Then Barry met Melinda."
When Roger gave a derisive snort, she quickly added, "It wasn't really
Melinda's fault -
I mean - after my mother died I wasn't very much fun to be around - "
"But Melinda has known Barry for ages," he cut in with a frown. "I don't
why he would let you think he had just met her."
"Oh," she said, feeling a little sick.
"Melinda frequently goes to the Amazon for rare plants - she works for the
Apothecary business." He shrugged. "She was probably away for the winter
lucky wench." He stopped and narrowed his eyes at her. "And that's when Barry
"Apparently." The taste of champagne soured in her dry mouth. How stupid had
"I still don't get it," Roger continued. "Why would Nigel's father want Barry's
indiscretion here? And why did he threaten you with your job if you didn't
One of her heels was sinking into the grass, and she wished she could follow it.
"Because suspicious minds run in your family, Roger." She wrenched her heel out
soft ground and tottered a bit. Roger put a warm hand under her elbow to steady
I attend Barry's wedding then it shows everyone that it's over."
She rolled her eyes. "Although I thought it was pretty clear that it was over
when I gave
him his ring back."
"Who broke the agreement?" Roger asked.
"Why is that important?"
"It just is. Who broke it?"
"He did," she answered reluctantly.
"Then you didn't have to give him back the ring."
"Would he have to give me back what was mine?" she asked hopefully.
"It depends, but I think any member of the Wizengamot would rule that you were
within the limits of the law to hex his privates off."
That sounded like a best idea she had heard all day. "I don't think Melinda
that - especially if she wants children."
"Melinda hates children. And we should sit down," Roger said briskly as he
into the tent again.
Lisa whirled around. "Does Barry know she hates children?"
"Of course. Melinda is as hard as a cauldron bottom and about as sensitive.
the-meanie we used to call her. I only had to see her for the Easter hols,
I'll have you know she always ate the head off the chocolate bunnies first." He
theatrical shudder. "Unnatural."
Lisa's mind was in turmoil as she absently took the hand he offered. Barry had
Melinda all along. Melinda didn't want children and Barry knew. Lisa didn't
give the ring back . . .
"Wait." She tugged on his hand. "How do you know about calling off
He smiled down at her with those velvety brown eyes. "That's my job,
know the law. I write magical contracts and I help those people who have had
Roger was angry - a feeling he rarely indulged in. Emotions were to be avoided
costs, both with women and with work. If he found himself caught up in a
it made him want to win. But he had learned the hard way that sometimes you
lose a case. And the only way to handle failure was to . . . not care.
But he found that he did care about this broken engagement and he wasn't sure
Injustice happened everyday.
When they reached the back table, a buxom blonde in low cut robes called out,
look so different." The man on her right tittered appreciatively.
"Was that a compliment, Janice?" Lisa asked unsmiling.
"Take the poker out, so you can sit down," the man on Janice's left drawled
"We've never seen you in anything that fits, Lisa-love." His small, dark eyes
Roger's hand went reflexively to his wand, but he held his temper. "And I've
you sober, Phillip."
Phillip looked at Roger for the first time. "Blimey - Roger Davies."
Lisa turned to him. "You know Phil?"
"Let's just say I knew Phil when Phil was a Healer."
Lisa gasped. "You were a Healer?"
Phillip took a sip of something in a highball glass. "Until Pretty Boy sold me
"You were lucky you didn't go to Azkaban for that," Roger snarled. At Lisa's
apprehensive glance he pulled out a chair for her, his mind working furiously.
Goyle was bad news. And if Lisa had any valuable knowledge about Time Turners
was the sort to exploit the situation.
"I think introductions are in order, Lisa." Janice was staring at him like he
merchandise in a shop window.
"Sorry," Lisa said. "This is Roger Davies." She put a hand on his arm.
"Roger, this is
Janice from reception and Clyde from maintenance."
"This is Patricia," Phillip said carelessly. "Works at the Ministry in the
"I know your name," Patricia said eagerly to Roger. "You file an awful lot of
and deeds with the Ministry."
"That's my job," he said smoothly, wondering how he managed to sit at a table
"I've just returned from maternity leave," Patricia continued chattily. "I'm
special needs baby. Do you want to see his picture?" she asked, reaching for
"Would you shut it about the kid?" Phillip roared, slapping his glass on the
"So, Lisa," Janice said, filling in the uncomfortable silence. "Tell us about
Phillip interrupted with a wave of his highball glass. "Lisa's madly in love
here and he's going to take her away from St. Mungo's because she's too good for
Lisa blushed and then Roger felt the slightest hint of her knee nudging his.
started to answer slowly.
Roger guessed the knee was Lisa's appeal for him to say something. "We just met
by happy coincidence. We knew each other at Hogwarts, so we're hoping to catch
old times," he said pointedly to Phillip.
"She do your homework for you? Lisa-love might not be fun but she's a smart
Phillip sneered. Then he snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared.
"Another - and
make it stronger this time!" The house elf bowed and Disapparated.
Roger picked up his fork and attacked his salad. This was going to be a long
decided, if Lisa was going to remain mute and martyred and Phillip kept
his irritation extended to Lisa. How could she have been so stupid, falling for
was the worst sort of sleaze. And what did Barry's father have on Lisa that
made her go
through this humiliating exercise?
Unless she liked that sort of attention . . . He looked sideways at her
again. No, he
thought, she had never been a drama queen at Hogwarts. Cho Chang was, he
remembered, wincing. It was twelve years ago, but he could still remember her
tantrums about staying Seeker. If he had been any sort of a Captain at all, he
replaced her. But he had no defense against tears . . .
Lisa was not crying. Lisa was picking doggedly at her salad, only the two red
her cheeks belying her emotions.
Lisa speared a cucumber with her fork and wondered why Roger had told the truth
their chance meeting at the wedding. If he had concocted a story about their
dating, she could have held her head up a little higher at St. Mungo's. Then
look like a woman who had moved on, rather than the bewildered idiot she was.
The meal continued: salad followed by soup, then the haunch of beef and lots of
for the bride and groom. Lisa dreaded every time her spoon leapt to the glass,
the other spoons in encouraging Melinda and Barry to kiss. She had no jealousy
concerning Barry. The feeble feelings she had had for him had long expired. It
contrast that was making her feel so depressed, she supposed. Here were two
were united and she was, as always, utterly alone.
Roger soon put a stop to all of those morbid thoughts when he pulled her on to
floor as soon as Melinda and Barry had finished their first dance.
"It's supposed to be the wedding party and then the relatives," Lisa hissed as
her gently in time to the slow song.
"I am a relative." Then he added with a touch of irritation in his voice, "And
I wanted to
ditch those people as soon as possible. How can you stand working there?"
"Sorry about that," Lisa said. "That couldn't have been pleasant for you. You
have joined your cousins."
He gave a short laugh that Lisa didn't understand. "At least I wasn't bored."
smiled down at her in the same way he had smiled when he first saw her on the
Much to her chagrin, she found herself noticing all sorts of attractive things
how tall he was, how there was gold as well as brown in his hair and eyes; that
was just right, since his hands didn't rove all over her, but held her closely
and firmly to
him as they danced. She also noticed some of the jealous stares coming from the
women in the room as he danced one dance after another with her.
"I'm surprised that you didn't concoct a story for Phillip and Janice," she
"Like we had been dating in secret or something."
He pulled away and looked at her seriously. "Did you want me to do that?"
She stared back. He made it sound shameful to lie. And now she could feel
hateful blush starting up her face. "No - yes. I mean, it would have been
wrong to lie, I
"In the short run you might have a bit of satisfaction from a lie - but in the
long run, lies
never work." He said this without heat, like he was expressing a theorem in
That matter-of-factness made Lisa feel better for some reason.
"Roger - " A woman in a hot pink turban and equally bright robes was staring
Lisa. "Aren't you going to dance with your mother?"
"I'm dancing with Lisa, mother. I'm not going to leave her alone on the dance
"She can dance with Richard," Roger's mother announced, moving so Lisa could see
older, slightly shorter version of Roger.
Roger gave in with ill grace. "Lisa, I hope you don't mind dancing with my less
attractive, less charming brother."
"I concede less attractive," Richard said, winking at Lisa, "but I object to
"Oh these boys," Roger's mother tittered. "The way they talk to each other."
The band struck up a new song and Roger swung away with his mother.
Lisa was grateful that Richard didn't try to talk over the fast music, but
with her. When the song was over, Richard led her over to the drinks table.
had had more than enough alcohol for the day, she requested a glass of water.
raised his eyebrows at that but didn't say anything.
"So, you must be a friend of Roger's," Richard said.
"Why do you say that?" Lisa asked.
"Because you're not one of Roger's pick-ups -"
"And why do you say that?" she asked more sharply.
"I don't know." Richard looked at her speculatively. "Just a hunch."
"Yes." She studied him for a minute. "I don't remember you at Hogwarts."
"Roger is Mum's fair-haired boy," Richard said.
Lisa looked into her glass. The ice was slowly melting. "What about your Dad?"
"Dad died the year I left Hogwarts," Richard answered in a flat voice. "So I
took over his
"Law practice. That's what we both do - Roger and I."
"So that's why he said that about sending Phillip to Azkaban," Lisa mused.
"Phillip? Phillip Goyle?" Richard asked sharply. "Why would Roger mention him?"
"He's here at the wedding. Phillip works for Barry's father." She tilted her
happened with Phllip that he's not a Healer anymore?"
Richard's smile slipped. "Roger will have to tell you about that."
Lisa nodded. She wasn't surprised - they must have to keep confidentiality
all the time. Suddenly she felt better about what she had told Roger. Her
always accused her of being too trusting and naive - but somehow, even thought
was the biggest flirt at Hogwarts, she thought that she could trust him with her
When Roger joined them he made quick work of introducing his mother. "Mother,
Lisa. Lisa, this is my mother." He turned as if to steer Lisa away from his
Mrs. Davies had other plans.
"So you're the one Melinda was worried about!"
Roger groaned. "Mother - that's ancient history."
"I must say," she said, tilting her head at Lisa. "You don't look the part of a femme
Lisa gaped at her, for the first time realizing that this crowd would not see
her as the
victim. "Well I see Nigel was right," Mrs. Davies continued with a forgiving
"Barry was lonely with Melinda gone for so long. That just goes to show that a
shouldn't place her career over her man. I've always said that a woman's
occupation is to take care of her home and family." She was smiling now,
happy that she had such a cooperative audience.
"Mother," Roger cut in. "Aunt Griselda is waving for you to come over."
Roger didn't bother to see if this obvious ruse was going to work. He grabbed
hand and then spirited her out of the tent into the cool twilight of the hotel
"Sorry about that," Roger said. "Mum doesn't know when to shut up."
"It's all right," Lisa said, trying to find the humor in the situation. "I've
never thought I'd
have a chance to play the role of the femme fatale. Padma will be so proud of
"Are you still friends with her?" Roger asked.
"Oh yes," Lisa answered. She turned her head so she didn't have to watch what
to be the maid-of-honor and a wizard in tight embrace.
"Padma never liked me," Roger mused. "Pity - she was a pretty girl when she
"She's still pretty," Lisa said. "And the only bloke she glares at these days is
husband, and he thinks it's sexy."
"Who did she marry?"
They were walking aimlessly on a gravel path. It felt good to be out in the
talking about subjects safely in the past.
"I think I did hear that," Roger said. "Sort of an odd pairing."
Lisa laughed. "Well, in this case opposites attracted, I suppose. And they
"Hmm, I wonder for how long?"
She didn't like his cynical tone. "They've been married seven years. I think
a go of it."
"Sorry. I didn't mean anything against Padma." It was hard to see his
"Half of all marriages end in divorce you know."
Since she didn't have an answer to that, she concentrated on their walk and the
scenery of the parkland spread before them. They were on the other side of the
stone building, and the music from the band was muffled.
"Lisa, I know you don't have to answer this, and I don't want you to think I'm
but I'm troubled by this entire business with Barry's father and your job at St.
"Does it have something to do with Phillip Goyle?" she asked, looking at the
appearing in the clear blue-black sky.
"Maybe," he answered. The gravel crunched under their feet. "Does St. Mungo's
you or does the Ministry?"
Lisa stopped in astonishment.
"Sorry, that's a personal question," Roger said quickly.
"No, it's not that," Lisa said faintly. "It's - you know - I don't know." At
she added. "I mean - my gold is always deposited directly into my vault at
She frowned trying to remember what Mr. Johnson, the head of the Department of
Mysteries, had said when she left for St. Mungo's. "I think the Ministry might
paying me, I'm not sure."
"Are you still doing Department of Mysteries work?"
"No, I'm not doing anything with Time Theory at all." She took a deep breath,
it was dark and that she couldn't see his face. "I didn't tell you everything
see, the Therapeutic Time Charm I was working on . . ."
"Was. Yes." She paused and only spoke again when she heard him shifting
"Mr. Anderson said that a Healer tried to use my Charm and that I had made a
a serious mistake that hurt a patient," she whispered. "At the time I couldn't
believe it. I
still don't believe it. I even had Professor Flitwick review it before it was
hugged herself, still not used to the idea that she had actually hurt someone
"Did St. Mungo's conduct a review?" His voice was cool and incisive. "Did the
oversight committee call you in? Is there written proof?"
"N - no," she faltered. "Mr. Anderson said there would be, and he made me hand
all my scrolls." That had been equally awful. Years of her research was now
"How long ago was this?"
They stood in silence. Lisa could hear frogs singing - they must be close to
the lake, she
thought, as the frogs were louder than the band playing in the distance.
"Sweetheart, you've been had," Roger finally said.
"And neither does Flitwick."
"And inquires into malpractice at St. Mungo's don't take six months."
Her left temple started throbbing.
"Another question," he said. "What was it that you gave to Barry that he didn't
when he broke your engagement?"
"Oh." Lisa didn't want to tell him that either. "It was what my mother gave
"Right before she died, she changed her will."
Lisa cringed and didn't know if she should go on.
"Spill it, Lisa."
"She willed him the family cottage at Studland."
"I know where it is," he interrupted angrily. "It's some of the most expensive
exclusive land in Britain. The beach is beautiful."
"And now Barry has it," she added miserably.
"Oh, we're going to fix that, sweetheart - don't you worry," Roger bit out.
"No, you don't have to do that," she said quickly. "Look, I know you must be
me. This can't have been fun for you at the reception, listening to all of my
"I'm not angry with you," Roger said catching her hand as she started to move
"I'm angry that you were duped, and I'm angry at Barry and his father. But - "
paused as if gathering his thoughts. "Okay, I am a little angry that you let
That hurt, Lisa thought, the tears starting in her eyes. Not that he was wrong
at all - but
she wished that he had a little bit of sympathy for her and she wished she
He heard her sniff - it was just a tiny little sound - but he knew with a
sinking heart that
he had made her cry. Damn. He felt the worst sort of heel. Lisa had been
strain already just coming to this ridiculous wedding. And on top of that he
had made her
confess all of her mistakes and had shown precious little understanding because
too busy trying to get the facts straight.
That had been a problem for him all along. He was a little too cold-blooded for
the women in his acquaintance.
In the dark he squeezed her hand. "Sorry," he said, really meaning it. "This
me. It doesn't matter what I think, just that Barry doesn't get away with
something that should be yours - and that his father doesn't get away with -"
stopped. He didn't want to tell Lisa his suspicions about Phillip Goyle and
Instead he added in a soothing voice, "You didn't do anything illegal or
something I don't see everyday."
She pulled her hand away, probably to wipe her eyes. "No, you're right. I
have been so trusting."
"That's not something I see everyday, either," he said wryly. "And it's not a
bad way to
be." He reached out for her hand. "Come on, I should take you home. You've had
They didn't bother returning to the reception, but Apparated directly to the
Lisa's flat. She lived on a quiet street in London, not far from the Ministry.
He could see by the light of the street lamp the traces of tears on her cheeks
and he felt
guilty all over again. "Good night, Lisa. Don't worry about any of this,
"Okay." Her eyes were enormous in her pale face. "Roger, I know it will take
to get the cottage back - I'll pay you for your time."
She didn't mention the improprieties at St. Mungo's. That cottage must mean a
her. "Pay me." He grinned. "Big bags of gold."
"Really." He bent to kiss her cheek, but she turned, probably to protest some
he ended up brushing her lips with his. "I'll Floo you when I have some news,"
trying to ignore the mysterious tingling where his mouth had touched hers.
It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she appeared to blushing again. For
that gave him tremendous satisfaction. "It was good to see you again, Lisa. It
probably kill Melinda to know that I actually had a good time at her wedding."
"Even with all of my problems?" she asked with a catch in her voice.
He thought of the way she moved when he danced with her and the occasional
fire in her blue eyes. "Sweetheart, I wasn't bored at all."
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