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CHAPTER 24
She looked quickly away, all color leaving her face.
“Would you mind if we sat down, Jerry?” she asked breathlessly.
He put an arm about her shoulders.
“That last one wore you out, did it?” he teased.
Gemma gave a shaky smile.
“Yes.”
She deliberately swapped seats with Jerry, her back now firmly turned to the couple she most wanted to avoid. This was so… unfair… So hurtful and painful…
“Gemma?”
Jerry touched her hand. She smiled at him wanly.
“Sorry, Jerry. I think I have a headache coming on.”
“Would you like me to take you home?”
&n
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