The Misfit Inn
She laid her hands on the shoulders of the young Hispanic girl, with the dark, soulful eyes and ready grin.
"Pleased to meet you," Flynn said, shaking her hand.
"And this is Pru."
"We've met," they said in unison.
Kennedy arched her brows.
"She fell out of the sky," Flynn said.
"More properly, I fell off a ladder," Pru corrected. "Thanks for saving me from breaking my neck."
He mimed doffing a hat and bowed. "Happy to be of service, milady. Perhaps you'll let someone taller assist you in finishing with the lights?"
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