TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-ONE The guys were gone by the time Poppy got out the shower. As she dressed and got ready for the day, she considered how best to approach Primrose. Locating her sister on the large estate might be difficult. If she was already with their mom or Violet, getting her alone without raising suspicions would be near impossible. Those issues were dominant in Poppy’s thoughts as she approached the rear terrace intending to go inside. Except Primrose was there. Alone. Seated on a bench. When they spotted each other, Poppy stopped. Primrose leaped to her feet and came a few steps closer. “Hi,” she said, her nerves as frayed as her tension was tight. “I thought maybe we should… talk.” Whether Preston had relayed their morning conversation or Primrose only knew he intended to have one, h
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