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Scarlett moved to the front of the table to embrace her husband. The table shook with the force of the steam engines and the propellers trying to raise the machinery from the table. Without taking her head from Michael’s shoulder, she reached behind her with her left hand and turned off the contraption, which continued to quiver and spit for a couple more minutes.
Rocker Patch hissed at her and ran through the door and upstairs. She glanced out the window and thought she saw a figure run in the snow behind the corner of a building. No, it was an illusion.
Scarlett felt the roughness of Michael’s whiskers on her cheek. She stroked his dear handsome face. “How did you get in here?” she asked.
“Through the door,” he murmured, smiling, and she believed him because she did not think he w
