‘Private thoughts,’ answered Abby, still smiling.
‘I’ll give you a penny for them.’
‘You might not like what you hear.’
‘Try me.’
She was sorely tempted—not to tell him but to carry the thought out. She could just imagine his reaction. She had done it to her brother once, when his tormenting had got the better of her. He hadn’t been amused but it had been distinctly worth it just to see the shock on his face. However, discretion had to be the better part of valour here. She shook her head. ‘I don’t think so.’
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