CHAPTER 16
A weak knock sounded at the door. Mark, Earl and Sarah all looked at one another.
“Showtime,” Earl said with a grin, rising from his armchair in the house’s formal parlor.
Sarah rolled her eyes as the door closed behind him.
“What’s wrong?” Mark asked kindly, his eyes lingering on Sarah’s trim frame as he admired her beauty.
She swallowed hard. “Take a picture. It would last longer.”
Always coy, these ladies. Never can just admit they like it when a man looks them over. But why wouldn’t they? Doesn’t everyone want to be admired? Of course, they do. “It won’t actually,” he reminded her. “I know it annoys you to stay close to home, but Earl and Harold were right to set that spell. You’ve been here how long, and you still look twenty-five? It keeps you perfect, you know.”
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