“My father is dead. Everything has changed for me. And”—she lifted her chin—“and I don’t have to marry you.” “Damn it, Amy, you’re supposed to be mine. I waited and waited. The shop was supposed to be mine, too, but now it’s gone. The inventory…” His eyes lit up. “Where is the inventory?” Amy swallowed hard. “I don’t want to marry you, Robert.” Robert’s jaw was set. His pale blue eyes flashed with menace. “Where is the inventory?” “I don’t have it.” Her voice wavered, but it wasn’t quite a lie. She didn’t have it here. “I don’t believe you. I went back to look, but found not a trace. No molten
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