They ate contemplatively, both dampening fingers to pluck the rest of the crumbs from the canvas. “I’ll not lick it clean,” Kit said, “as even here on this spit of land I’ve no doubt Hetta and Mrs. Eaves both would find out about it.” Her gaze narrowed as she stared blankly into the distance. “They’d read it in my eyes somehow.” “Or I’d use the information to blackmail you.” “For what?” “For whatever,” he said, with one of those promising smiles that made her knees a bit wobbly.
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