Chapter 76: Familiar Speech.

For some days now, I have been relishing my cozy existence with Andrew while tolerating the seemingly incessant interruptions from Quentin. He phoned every few hours and visited daily on his way home from work. Sometimes he'd bring dinner, and I would be forced to spend the evening with him instead of Andrew. And because of Quentin's presence, Andrew will have to depart for Capucine. Sometimes I will pretend to be asleep, and he would simply leave me a note on his personal stationery, which, incidentally, is adorned with his family's coat of arms. It is sort of the touch that would have been right up my alley in the Trevor-fantasizing days. But recently, I prefer Andrew's no-nonsense, ruled yellow notepads. Now, I prefer anything and everything Andrew . . .

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I woke up from my afternoon nap to see Quentin perched oddly in a straight-backed dining chair pulled up next to the bed. I had fallen asleep reading the US Weekly that Dixie so thoughtfully