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“Margot,” she said, grabbing her grandmother’s elbow “Perhaps we—”

“Should show hi off Savannah’s hand “So he can see the scope of the work”

Margot was determined—more deter into the Manor—than she’d been in front of the greenhouse two days ago, cradling her dead orchids

Savannah began to sense that this rong in more ways than they could possibly fathom

Men in general were a danger to the O’Neill woht out the worst in them The most notorious aspects of their already inappropriate characters

Even her

Especially her

But handsoers? They were catnip to a certain kind of woot was one of those women

Right, she nearly laughed aloud at her own blindness, and you’re so immune

It had been years since her heart had thundered in her chest like this—and that had not ended all that well

“I’ve lived in this house , her hand cradled in Matt’s elbow as she led theh the shabby manor as if it was still the best property in the area “And my mother did the same before me”

“It’s a beautiful house,” Matt said, glancing up at the high ceilings, all of which needed spackle and paint Theto buckle and sag in places and she watched as Margot led hi puddles in the rain “Did your family build it?” He asked

Savannah laughed and Margot tossed her a wicked look over her shoulder “Yes,” Margot said “My great-great-grandfather built this house”

As a saloon and whorehouse

She noticed Margot wasn’t advertising that fact

The devil in Savannah wanted to point out the origins of the house, just to watch Margot’s skin get splotchy and Matt get flustered, but Savannah spent so a herself to say it

No matter its comedic value