Page 67 (1/2)

handsome in his black tux with the pleated formal

shirt

I reached for Jory's hand, squeezed it "You're

looking just as handsoiven him a compliment? He

looks great, really great, the very man his father must

have been"

Blushing, I felt ashamed "No, I haven't said a

word because he seems so devilishly pleased with

himself that I think he'd burst with any praise he

ht hear from me"

"Mo Go on, say to him what

you say to me You may think I need it more, but I

think he does"

Standing, I strode over to where Bart was peering out onto the drive, which curved gradually doard "Can't see a single headlight," he gruffly co now The roads have been cleared Ours is sprinkled over with gravel;

where the hell are they?"