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around this house, in case Myra left them here? I promise to keep out of your way."
Grace let out a snort. "You see how riled she gets just from a little visit. I don't remember seeing those journals for years. Having someone around tearing things apart, making noise . . . I don't think it's"
"Abby will be quiet, and she won't be any trouble," Mike said. His words were placating, but his forceful tone allowed no contradiction.
Abby glanced at him in gratitude.
"And she won't come till it's convenient," he continued. "Tomorrow or the next day. You can schedule the time."
"Well, I suppose"
"That'll be wonderful!" Abby said. "Thank you so much, Grace. And most especially, thank you, Jess. Just imagine how interesting it'll be to read about the past in those journals."
"But I don't like old things," Jess said petulantly.

As they drove off, Mike practically tasted Abby's excitement. She seemed almost to bounce in the seat beside him, even though she dutifully wore her seat belt, as he'd taught her.
She kept glancing at him, her beautiful dark eyes sparkling, but at first she said not a word, as though expecting him to comment.
But he had nothing to say.
Except in his own mind. He kept recalling their wonderful lovemaking last night, her inexperienced eagerness, her utter sweetness. And her

 
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