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He seemed to need to talk, since for the next minutes he explained his activities of the morning. As he sat at his desk, she stood behind him, gently massaging his temples. She reveled in the small contact, wishing she could smooth away all his hurtnow, and that to come when she left. |
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"I've struck deals with the equipment creditors on that gourmet food fiasco. The stuff depreciated on delivery, so even when they repossessed it, they claimed they were still owed money. There wasn't cash to spare, since the perishable supplies still had to be paid for, so I worked a deal to give the creditors a share of a couple new Arlen's Kitchens I have on the drawing board." |
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He laughed. "Give me a while and I'll have you speaking the idioms of this time like a native." |
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Pleased that he now took her arrival from the past for granted, Abby wanted to tell him that they didn't have a while. Instead she caressed his soft, wavy hair, now slightly shorter than when they met on the desert, yet still longer than most men's she had seen in this time. Oh, if only she could be with him long enough to learn all he wanted to teach, to teach him, in turn, how very wonderful he was. |
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She would come back. There would be plenty of time then. |
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He picked up the phone and called Ruth and Lowell to join them. Abby, not wanting to intrude, stood behind him near a window. The others took seats across the desk. |
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