Being Yours
With a grin, he left her to shut down her computer and clear her desk.
She shouldn’t, Lynne knew, feel so eager to see Cliff again. He’d made his position clear, and that was something she’d have to live with. She’d play it cool when she arrived, hand him the papers, and offer her assistance, which she was certain he’d reject. Then she’d spend the weekend as Grant had ordered: getting some fresh air, enjoying herself, and taking some of those hikes. The information pamphlet she’d picked up on the ferry mentioned Montague Harbour, Bodega Ridge, and a spot high on a bluff from which a person could look down into a tree, in the top of which was the nest of a pair of bald eagies. It all sounded
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