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Killian Davenport

By the time we finish breakfast, the apartment is bright with the morning sun.

Elena insists on helping me with the final checks, although there is very little left to do. She walks into the bedroom, opens the suitcase, and looks through the neatly arranged clothes.

“Everything looks fine,” she announces.

“Thank you for your professional assessment.”

“You’re welcome.”

She adjusts a folded shirt, closes the suitcase, then stands back with her hands on her hips.

I watch her.
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Ronna
Siwa Rose, please hurry up & get Killian across the pond, so he & Elena can work on missing each other so badly either he comes back to her, or they decide for her to move to England!!! I so love their “banter” with each other!
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