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A GOOD COVER STORY
As the weeks passed, Jake seemed to enjoy meeting Liza at the baby farm. He appeared to relish the thrill of almost getting caught.
They were still dressing when they heard the heavy front door close, followed shortly by the click of Mary’s boots coming up the stairs.
“When are yer comin’ back?” Liza shot at him, in a conspiratorial whisper.
He stood by the door, tucking in his shirt. He looked across at her and smirked. “Dunno,” he said.
He blew her a kiss from behind the door just as Mary opened it and marched into the room.
“What don’t yer know?” she asked him, glancing down at his tucked-in shirt with a frown, but smiling by the time her gaze rose to rest on his face.
“I dunno if I could ever get use to the noise of them babies,” he said, “but Liza ‘ere sa
