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"I’m sorry," she mumbled

His head turned slowly, as if even his muscles could not believe what they’d heard

"I said I’m sorry," she repeated, louder this ti to do But God help hiain, because there was only so much of her pride she could s before she choked on it And he ought to know that

Because he was just the same

His eyes met hers, and then they both looked down, and then after a few e said, "We are neither of us at our best just now"

Billie sed She thought ment had not done her any favors thus far, so instead she nodded, vowing that she was going to keep her e whispered

Billie snapped to attention

"Andrew!" George all but bellowed

Billie’s eyes did a frantic scan of the trees at the far end of the field, and sure enough… "Andrew!" she screa her ankle

"Ow!" she yelped, plunking back down on her bottolance He was too busy over by the edge of the roof, waving his arorous swoops

There was no way Andrew could ed banshees, but if he picked up his pace, Billie couldn’t see it But that was Andrew She should probably be glad he hadn’t fallen over with laughter at their predica to let either of theet

"Ahoy there!" Andrew called out, once he’d halved the distance between thee She could only see him in profile, but he looked visibly relieved at his brother’s appearance Also, oddly grioing to get froe would suffer it a hundredfold

Andre closer, a spring in his step despite the sling on his arhtful surprises," he declared, his face nearly split by his grin "If I thought and thought and thought…"

He stopped, holding up one elegant forefinger, the universal sign, Billie realized, to ask for aback into the swing of things, and said, "and thought --"

"Oh, for the love of Christ," George growled

"All that thinking for years…" Andrew chortled "I still couldn’t have coe snapped

Billie rather syht the two of you would rowled