miling back, a genu

me. We have a con

him. It was brief, but the solid warm

hug, his arms st

his voice rumbling pleasantly against her ear. "I

little flustered

need to get you some new clothes. Some

to look the p

re. "What? You don' t like

the ground. "And I' m rather attached to thi

ag, of course. I' m not trying to... chan

like the Ashworths, c

ttachments," she add

softened. He looked

risingly consider

seemed to see right through her

cific ideas about how their.

strange sen

rons," she said, a hint

fferent kind of arrangeme

t on a foundation o