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Authors: Cynthia Lucas

Blood From a Stone (228 page)

H
e
s
m
il
ed.
“I
t
h
i
nk
I ha
v
e
enou
g
h
t
o
co
v
er
it

y
ou don

t
need
t
o
do
an
y
t
h
i
ng
except
b
ri
ng
y
ou
r
se
lf
.
W
h
en
do
y
ou
w
ant
t
o
g
o?”


A
r
e
y
ou su
r
e?
Y
ou can a
ff
o
r
d
it
?”
s
h
e sa
i
d
l
oo
k
i
ng pu
zz
l
ed.


O
f
cou
r
se
I

m
su
r
e.
I

v
e
m
ade
su
r
e
I
t
a
k
e
ca
r
e
of
m
y
se
l
f
t
hese past
Aw
a
k
en
i
n
g
s.
I
t’
s ca
ll
ed
S
a
v
i
n
g

B
onds.
T
r
ust
m
e.
I
ha
v
e
enou
g
h
t
o
g
et
us
t
he
r
e
and
bac
k
.
When
do
y
ou
w
ant
t
o
g
o?”


A
s
soon as
w
e can
g
et
a
fli
g
h
t
.
B
u
t

.


N
o bu
t
s.
D
on

t
w
o
rr
y
about
it
,”
he s
a
i
d
fir
m
l
y
.

S
he
nodded.

S
asha
can
t
a
k
e
ca
r
e
of
C
i
sco and
t
he house. I
k
now
she
w
on

t
m
i
nd.”

S
he
m
o
v
ed
i
n
c
l
ose
r
.
“I
w
ant
t
o
see
w
he
r
e
y
ou
ca
m
e
fr
o
m
.
Whe
r
e
y
ou
li
v
ed.
T
he p
l
ace
w
he
r
e
t
h
i
s
s
t
a
rt
ed.”
S
he
l
eaned
and
k
i
ssed
h
i
s
neck 
f
ee
li
ng 
t
he
beat
of
h
i
s
pu
l
se benea
t
h her
li
ps
as
she b
r
ea
t
hed
t
he
w
o
r
ds
a
g
a
i
nst
h
i
s
s
k
i
n.


T
hat
can be a
rr
an
g
ed,
m
y
l
ad
y
” he sa
i
d so
ftl
y
.

“I
li
k
e
i
t
w
hen
y
ou ca
l
l
m
e
t
ha
t
.”


A
nd I
li
k
e
t
o ca
l
l
y
ou
t
ha
t
,” he
w
h
i
s
pe
r
ed.

H
i
s
hands
w
ound
i
n
her
ha
i
r
as
he
pushed
her
back on he
couch,
pu
lli
ng
back
t
he
qu
il
t
she
had
w
r
apped
h
e
r
se
l
f
i
n.
             

H
e
l
ay
t
he
w
e
i
g
ht
of
h
i
s
body
ca
r
e
f
u
ll
y on
t
op
of
her
as
he be
g
an
t
o
k
i
ss
a pa
t
h do
w
n
i
n
t
o
t
he c
r
ease of
her
c
l
ea
v
a
g
e.
H
e
w
o
r
k
ed
h
i
s
w
ay
do
w
n
f
u
rt
her
pu
lli
ng
up
her
sh
ir
t
t
o expose her
be
ll
y
,
w
he
r
e he be
g
an
k
i
ss
i
ng
her
s
t
o
m
ach/
T
he
phone
sudden
l
y
r
ang and
W
ill
ow
l
eaned
o
v
er
t
o see
w
ho
i
t
w
as.


I
t’
s
S
asha,“
she
s
i
g
hed,  and 
t
hen 
g
i
g
g
l
ed  as
he
ti
c
k
l
ed
her
na
v
el
w
it
h
h
i
s
t
on
g
ue.
“I
k
now
she

s
w
o
rri
ed
about
m
e
because
I
l
e
f
t
w
o
r
k
.
L
et
m
e
j
ust
t
a
l
k
t
o
her
f
or
a
m
i
nu
t
e.
I p
r
o
m
i
se
i
t
w
il
l
be qu
i
c
k
”.

H
e popped a
k
i
ss
on
t
he end of
her
no
s
e and sat
back up, s
tr
a
i
g
h
t
en
i
ng
her
sh
ir
t
as
he d
i
d.

S
he
r
eassu
r
ed
S
asha
e
v
e
r
y
t
h
i
ng
w
as
fi
ne,
and
t
hen
t
o
l
d her
of
t
he
i
r
p
l
ans
t
o
g
o
t
o
E
u
r
ope.

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