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While leading him to the third floor, Ginger did consider getting deliberately lost even though she knew the route. Putting it off wouldn’t help. There was no getting away from what had to be done. Unless she sent Shane away. But she couldn’t do that, not yet. It wouldn’t be fair and he deserved a chance.
Pushing into an office, Ginger smiled at the woman behind the high desk. “How was he?” she asked.
The woman at the other side of the desk stood up. “Oh, just great,” she said. “He hasn’t had his banana yet. He was just having too much fun to sit still.”
“That’s okay,” Ginger said and glanced at a frowning Shane.
She signed the book and took him through the door at the back of the room that led into a large soft play area. The floor was padded and there were tunnels and chutes, ever
