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Chapter 125: Ladies who have tea

Author: Tawdra Kandle
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ALISON

"All right, I admit it. This place is lovely." I sipped tea from my paper-thin china cup and sighed in contentment. "Tell me why we haven't done this before. Little sandwiches, scones, and three levels of the most delicious pastries . . . this is heaven."

"Well, I'd do the I told you so dance, but I'm too busy letting this clotted cream give me an orgasm." Darcy popped a corner of her scone, covered with the fluffy cream, into her waiting mouth. "So good." She moaned her appreciation.

Emma and I exchanged indulgent smiles. Darcy had been a fairly quiet, serious, hardworking nurse practitioner when I'd arrived in Harper Springs. But since reigniting an old flame with her football-player first love, getting pregnant and married, she'd definitely loosened up.

"I wonder if they'd consider catering my bridesmaids' luncheon," Emma mused, nibbling on a cookie. "I planned to do it at the farm, but I don't want Anna to cook-not that I don't love her food, I do-but I'd like it if sh
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