No
one could understand why Grey had chosen to be a merry man, except Destiny
who knew he had made Marian.
“I’m so glad you are not making a fuss about the tights,” she told him.
“Why should I?” he said, chuckling. “There’s no reason for me to hide my
best feature.”
“Captain!” she gasped in mock outrage.
“I
mean my well-defined, muscled, swimming legs, my dear lady!” He
laughed gaily. “How could you have such terrible thoughts?!”
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