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*12* Cavalry
*Grace*
“Well?” I step off the covered porch as the repairman approaches.
Making a point to look sufficiently sympathetic, he stops in front of me, making a few last notations on his quote before tearing it off the pad on his clipboard. “You’re probably not going to want to hear this, miss.”
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The Work of Grace *15* Public
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The Work of Grace *16* Dirt
*Rob*“I think we’re going to need another car.”“You mentioned. Last week.” Grace’s eyes meet mine, no small amount of amusement flashing in them as she adds a bit of sugar, a dash of salt and milk to the rest of the dry ingredients in the pancake batter I’m stirring.Catching her by the wrist before she can get away, I pull her to me, losing myself in her kiss until she breaks it off. “As I remember it, that conversation got derailed and never went anywhere.”“So it did,” Grace giggles, then pushes away from me, collecting ingredients to return to the pantry. “Might need to consider getting another truck first. Something that can haul more.” The words come muffled from around the corner.I wait until she’s visible again, returning with a jar of homemade blueberry syrup. “Speaking of needing to haul more,” I abandon my stirring and pull her to me, both arms wrapped around her narrow waist. “I haven’t been at all responsible,” I nuzzle the soft behind her ear, planting a tender kiss th
The Work of Grace *17* Discoveries
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The Work of Grace *19* Nuptials
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The Work of Grace *20* Post-script
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