Claire wept as she listened to the poignant paternal speech about her brother’s bride. With her gift for seeing straight into people’s hearts, how could she not have guessed about that poor girl’s condition? She squeezed her brother’s arm, thinking of all the ways she would help them both from that moment on.
“Not now, Claire,” he sighed. “This is our day. Ours.”
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The Second Stage of Grief
He was buff, the guy Amy had pencilled in for her holiday fling, but clueless at playing the game.
She finally lost her patience one night and pressed fast forward.
"What's the sodding problem? Never seen a girl naked before?"
He stretched for the most precise answer. "No. Not quite," he finally murmured, weeping soundlessly into Amy's hands.
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She finally lost her patience one night and pressed fast forward.
"What's the sodding problem? Never seen a girl naked before?"
He stretched for the most precise answer. "No. Not quite," he finally murmured, weeping soundlessly into Amy's hands.
You can find e-book/audio versions of this story here.
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