“Might ‘ave guessed it,” he said with a gap-toothed grin. “I was so terrified you might find him dead. ”“I’m sorry about Wolf. You’ll be jumping today.
”“King who?” asked Rupert, hitching a hip on to the lichened balustrade and edging open the champagne with his thumbs. “Only if you want to,” he said gently. Well, just wait while I shut the door. ”“Well, I’m off,” said Griselda.
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