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“The Poise magazine wants you two to pose together for their next month's edition. ‘The aspiring generation’.”
“Shouldn’t it be called ‘The
bastard generation?’. It will be more suitable for his actual image.” He dared
gleaming right at his eyes, but the fiery gaze broke like the spell at midnight
when Gannon’s phone suddenly ringed, peering in the pocket. It was Elena, he
acknowledged, as the phone was out of the jacket pocket.
“I have to take this. Let him
wait some more. Mom and I waited all our lives. He deserves this much.”
Moving upright to the far
corner of the hallway and turning into the first room he spotted, luckily it
wasn’t locked, he entered the quiet atmosphere and answered. “Hey, Elena,” he
whispered. “Did you guys reach the hotel safe?” He cautiously asked,
