Shady Blue
“Please.”
Silently, Blue returned the man’s stare. “Not here.” Glancing around, she began the approach of her parents’ room. If Anya was on schedule, she’d have just returned Marian’s clean washing—she’d be on her way to Blue’s bedroom to close the windows and curtains before she began dessert preparations. If Marian’s laundry had been more troublesome, however, Blue would have set herself up for a rather awkward encounter with the maid, a solemn Vincent in tow. Closing the door behind him, she smiled the same stiff grimace as she had before, meeting his gaze with reluctance. He towered over her in his blouse and worn, dark jeans. Hands in his pockets. Shoulders curled forwards. “You shaved.
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