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A Charming Carriage Ride Part 2
Serendipity listened carefully to his explanation, and at its conclusion, she nodded her head and said, “This dome seems very important.”
“It is,” Corey assured her. “It is one of the most important aspects of the North Pole. Without it, we simply could not do what we do.”
“Interesting,” Serendipity replied, continuing to ponder his statements. She felt herself shivering a bit, despite the warm coat Maevis had provided for her, and she pulled it more tightly around her thin shoulders. Corey must have noticed as he produced a blanket, from where, Serendipity was not quite sure, and he used one hand to help her spread it over her legs as he steered the sleigh with the other. “Thank you,” she said quietly. She couldn’t help but notice he was staring at her, which made her feel very uncomfortable. “Is everything quite all right?” she asked, wondering if one of her hairpins had come undo
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Corey glanced in Serendipity’s direction and could instantly tell that she already knew what he was not yet willing to admit to himself; he fit in the latter category. Was he happy? Of course not. Was he doing what he wanted to do with his life? Well, he had never imagined himself doing anything else.He changed the subject. “Let me tell you a bit about our facilities,” he began.“Why?” she asked that right eyebrow arched again. “I’ll only be there for a few moments, just long enough to collect Pozzletot.”“True,” Corey replied, swallowing hard. “But it is part of my job to do so, and doing my job makes me quite happy, and you do want me to be happy, don’t you, Serendipity?”There was that charming grin again, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “All right then,” she acquiesced, smiling in return. “I shall humor you.”“Very good,” he s
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