Vegas Heat
“He drew in his breath moving her at arm’s length. “Fanny, what’s wrong?”
“Everything. Nothing. I didn’t know you were coming today.” Fanny blew her nose and wiped at her eyes. “You look terrible.”
“That’s because I feel terrible. I could lean up against this car, close my eyes and you wouldn’t be able to wake me for three days. I don’t think I’ve had six hours’ sleep in the last week. Add jet lag on top of that, and it should give you a fairly accurate picture of the shape I’m in.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see the center. I wanted to congratulate you and Mrs. Kingsley. I wasn’t sure anyone else would ...”
“Notice?”
“In a manner of speaking. Now, what’s wrong?”
Suddenly voices came from everywhere. Fanny heard snatches and bits of conversation and couldn’t make any sense of it until Daisy ran to her and leaped into her arms. “Oh, no, Daisy, you have to stay here,” Fanny sobbed.
“Mrs. Thornton, we can’t allow Daisy to stay.
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