“Rupert or the horse?”Everyone laughed. Hell-bent on vengeance like an army scorching the earth, Rupert rang Amanda Hamilton in Scotland. They stood there, gazing at him goofily. He’s bright, though, and enormously talented.
”“You reckon she’s crazy about me?”“I reckon. Helen pushed open the door and found herself in a library where the only gaps in the walls not covered with books were filled with vast family portraits. ”“Rather like Watergate,” said Helen, again fighting a terrible desire to giggle. What sort of mood would she be in? Would she have missed him? Would she have ransacked his drawers, fr
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