“Ned Courtland was wearing dark slacks with an open-necked white shirt and a parchment-colored jacket with black threads in it. He looked elegant himself, and his arm never left Aggie’s waist. Gaby sighed at the oneness they radiated. It was something she’d never known with anyone, except for that brief interlude with Bowie in the garage. Bowie was almost rubbing his hands with glee, when John Hammock walked through the door. He shook hands with the white-haired man, all smiles. Gaby joi...ned them, privately thinking that Mr. Hammock wouldn’t suit Aggie in a million years. He was an agricultural equipment salesman with a paunch in front, and he liked nothing better than football, which Aggie hated. “How are you, Mr. Hammock? Good to see you again,” Gaby said, smiling as she shook the man’s pudgy hand. “It’s nice to see you, too, Gaby.” Mr. Hammock grinned. “Who’s that man with Aggie?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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