‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. Michelle winked at her and left to join the gathering of seats in the center of the theater. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. If this girl hadn't busted into the game, Spurlock would still be at the hotel.
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