Iris suspected that Lance was having some last-minute misgivings. In the narrow stairway of his building Lancepaused for an unnervingly passionate kiss. Lance Andrews wasn'tone of those one-tune men she'd known so far. I'm a survivor.
But actually he's doing well. There had to be a life for them beyond Gina. She wanted to batter at him with a thousand questions, but she would not give him the satisfaction of seeming to care. A slightly stooped man in his late sixties, in worn butclean overalls, stood on the porch, a poigna
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