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nia home without losing her ingenuous wonder at the usual roadside scenery? |
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She'd claimed she wasn't Amish. But he had come up with no better explanationunless she was crazy. Or playing a game he had yet to figure out. |
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A while ago, her wonder had inexplicably seemed to turn to fear as she blinked rapidly and bit her lip. He'd seen nothing to cause her reaction, but nevertheless, since then, he'd been fighting off an unwanted urge to take her into his arms and comfort her. |
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His shoulders stiffened suddenly. Who was he to comfort anyone? |
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And why all the mystery with this damsel in distress? She must want something from him. He just wished she'd come out with it. |
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But he'd play the game her way for now. He wouldn't ask. Just to make conversation, he inquired coolly, "When was the last time you were in L.A.?" |
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"I've never been there," she said. |
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He glanced at her in surprise. "What made you decide to move out here?" |
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"My family heard of opportunities not available in the East." |
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"But to come without visiting first . . . ?" |
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"Some friends who had come wrote letters encouraging us. We sold what we could, packed the rest, and started off." |
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"That's brave," Mike said. Or foolish, he thought. A lot of people hated L.A. at first sight. |
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She shrugged, an unfathomable smile on her |
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