‘I know you’re not fond of Scotch, but my father has an excellent sherry.’
‘Sure,’ she parroted, ordering her brain to come online. Her body quickened as he walked slowly towards her, and she straightened the pawns on their squares to avoid having him see how pathetic she was.
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