Page 47 of Native Hawk
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“A truce?”
“A peace agreement. I’ll stop stealin’ the covers, and you stop bein’ mad at me. Agreed?”
She wasn’t mad at him, just disappointed. Who could stay mad at a man who was so charming and handsome and amusing? “Fine.”
“A penny for your thoughts,” he offered.
“What?”
“I said, a penny for your thoughts.”
“You already gave me twenty dollars.”
He chuckled.
She didn’t see what was so funny.
“For twenty dollars,” he said, “I should be allowed to read your mind.”
