![]() ![]() “Look, a child your age can’t run around New York City alone. When did they start growing breasts? One thing for sure. Fourteen or so? He knew a lot about women, but not about girls. The dirt and the cussing, not to mention that pugnacious attitude. How could he have believed for a moment that she was a boy? Those delicate bones should have been a giveaway, along with her eyelashes, which were thick enough to sweep the floor. She was sitting at the wooden table, her hands folded out of sight in her lap, the soft fabric of her shirt clearly outlining a pair of small breasts. ![]() ![]() He’d ripped her undershirt along with her shirt, and a deep V of exposed flesh extended down to the knot.Ĭain took a sip of whiskey and stared at the girl. Only then did she gather her tattered shirttails together and tie them in a clumsy knot at her waist.Ĭain stalked back just as she realized how unsatisfactory the result was. She sat at the table to hide it in her lap. “I’ll expect some answers when I come back, and don’t even think about running away, because that’d be your biggest mistake yet.”Īfter he disappeared, she flung down the blanket and raced toward the basket of apples to retrieve the revolver. ![]() “Dry yourself off while I get myself a drink.” He moved toward the hallway door. “You never said any different, either.” He picked up the blanket and tossed it to her. ![]()
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