Daphne’s eyes inexplicably focused on a wet spot on the railing as she fought to keep an absurd smile off her face. Simon was so sweet when he was grumpy. “What are you looking at?” he asked. Her lips twitched. “Nothing.” “Then what are you smiling about?” That she most certainly was not going to reveal. “I’m not smiling.” “If you’re not smiling,” he muttered, “then you’re either about to suffer a seizure or sneeze.” “Neither,” she said in a breezy voice. “Just enjoying the excellent weather.” Simon was leaning his head against the back of the chair, so he just rolled it to the side so he
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