“Where did you learn to do that?” Marc asked.
“My grandmother taught me,” Émilie replied. “Only works on green wood.”
“It’s lovely,” Marc said, but before the glow on those blue eyes faded he added, “It compliments your beauty.”
“You’re getting better at extracting that foot from your mouth…”
“A wise blue-eyed angel showed me the way.”
For a moment, Émilie’s face went slack, but she recovered quickly. It happened so fast that Marc questioned if he imagined it.
“I have a surprise for you,” Émilie said. “Close your eyes…”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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