The time alone. Through all that time standing around the kitchen island, sucking on the shrimps, forking the sausage slices and pushing the corn around the bowl, draining two beers and watching the door to catch the moment when Carrington would come back, Robby longed for the moment when he could be alone with her.
When it arrived he was at a loss for words.
(Continue Chapter Ten of the serial Blacksmith's Girl.)
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