He grasped her hand, turned it so the arm band gleamed, "That is a remarkable little doodad, right?"
"It is. Trevor gave it to me." And she watched Mick's mischievous grin.
"Did he now?"
"He did, and I shouldn't have taken it, however I chose not to decline such a liberal signal."
"For what reason would it be a good idea for you? He has his eye on you, and has since you originally materialized. The man has fine taste assuming that you're asking me, and you, my young lady, could barely show improvement over with any semblance of Trace."
"It will not do to get such ideas, Mr. O'Toole. It's something like somewhat of a skip for the two of us, with neither searching for earnestness."
"Is it?" Mick addressed, then, at that point, seeing Darcy set her jawline, as he'd seen her set it for h
