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The doorbell stopped Harlow from asking Anwen exactly what she meant.
A breather wasn’t unwelcome. “Excuse me,” she said, trying to figure out who could be at the door.
Rupert wouldn’t ring the doorbell, neither would Lena… even Ryske would just storm in.
Apprehension tensed Anwen. “Will that be him?” she asked.
Twirling in an open armed shrug, Harlow wasn’t in the mood to be tactful. “If you’re going back to the city tomorrow, you’ll have to see him sometime.”
Going to the entryway, she thought it was likely to be a neighbor or one of Lena’s friends. When she opened the front door, she got a surprise.
Bale didn’t look impressed. She didn’t blame him. The doctor was pushed and pulled with the tide of the crew while having no say in when it turned.
Opening his hand toward her, he
