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   T thought for a moment about Olivia’s response, measuring her effervescent voice and testing his own cravings. As he took a breath to speak, he glanced upward. The willowy blonde in the pencil skirt was standing right in front…

   T only had to deliberate with himself for a moment before deciding to call her. Of course he was always going to call her. How many of his hours since last night on Bourbon street had passed without him…

   Once the young women were clear of Ben’s duplicitous gaze, escaped from the wide open vulnerability of Fortune Tellers’ Row, they slowed down to a comfortable stroll. Each had one arm wrapped around the other’s waist, and both were…