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Bryce had been less than thrilled by the prospect, but after Margot had tersely informed the other two elders that she would be out of town for two days, three at the very most, Allegra had taken her aside, smiled, and said, “You have a good time, and don’t worry about us.” Her blue eyes took on a sly glint as she added, “I wouldn’t mind spending a few days in Flagstaff with a man who looked like that.”
Margot had, of course, been mortified, and made her escape immediately afterward. Even so, she’d felt perversely pleased that at least one of her peers seemed to be on her side. And although she’d considered calling her mother directly to tell her where she was going, Margot decided that wasn’t necessary. The news had probably started moving through the McAllister grapevine almost as so
