He brushed his hand off on the leg of his navy chinos, leaving behindflakes of sugar glazing, then offered the hand to Megan. She had her mother's blond curls and blue eyes. He wondered how long it would take to seal himself back into a life thatconsisted of work and Jessie and fending off the matchmakers. God, of all the rotten luck.
No one heard him. I'd rather stay here. It wasn't my fault. I can offer the first, Megan said cautiously.
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