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Chapter Eleven
A Flight Obstructed
Time to go.
Jumping to her feet, Keelan darted to the sideboard where she picked up her father’s breakfast tray.
Dr. Garrison pushed away from the table. “Allow me to carry that for you, Miss Grey.” He tossed his napkin down, successfully knocking over his tea. “Oh, quite sorry,” he cried, horrified, as he clumsily righted it then dabbed at the spill with his napkin. When the stain simply spread, he abandoned his efforts and stood, tipping his chair over in his haste.
With an exasperated grunt, Uncle Jared extended his arm and pulled the chair upright again. Garrison gave him a quick, embarrassed smile.
Keelan briefly caught the intrigued look Captain Hart exchanged with O’Brien before he turned his attention back to her. He smiled one of those
