“He’s not my American, and you know it.” He did. Sera would never have allowed him to touch her if she were committed to Calhoun. But it did not mean that— Before he could stop himself, Malcolm asked, “Has he ever been?” “Does it matter?” she asked, watching their feet moving through the grass. “Does it matter if there were a dozen?” She didn’t give him time to answer. “Of course it would. This is the world in which we live, where I am required to remain chaste as a nun, and you . . . you are welcome to the wide world.” She paused, regaining her reserve. Then, softly, “He was never mine. Even
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