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13.1 Vivienne
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2023-11-15 18:30:18Upon their return to the farmhouse, Vivienne took the porch stairs two at a time, and impatiently waited for Marcus to fish out the keys and unlock the back door. She then rushed into the kitchen and began unloading their haul. Soon the room was filled with the fresh scent of flowers and the faint aroma of the blackberries they had just picked.
Once the massive collection had been deposited onto the centre table, Vivienne began to move about the room with purpose, searching through the cupboards for the necessary utensils and ingredients she would need to make blackberry jam. Marcus watched her with interest, hazel eyes filled with curiosity as he leaned against the doorframe and motionlessly tracked her progress from his position.
Finally, Vivienne pulled out a large, heavy-bottomed pot and several glass jars with their lids still screwed on and the labels long peeled off. Some looked like old jam jars, but others must have been used for other things like peanut but
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Marcus let out an instinctual snort. “Not unless the background check I ran on you skipped a few crucial details,” he replied sardonically. “You ran a background check on me?!” Vivienne balked, and then wondered why she was so surprised by that. “Wait, never mind that. What did you mean by ‘crucial details’? Are they a criminal? Mafia? Were you secretly recruited by the CIA or something? Is this like an espionage mission, I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you type of deal?” In response, the bear shifter levelled her with a look that was equal parts disbelieving and amused. He opened his mouth for a moment, seemingly conflicted, and finally shook his head firmly. "Your imagination is impressive.” “I’m not hearing a confirmation or denial,” Vivienne sing-songed, grinning when the shifter exhaled a quiet laugh. “You know I can’t answer any of those questions, Vivienne. It's better if you remain as ignorant as mentally possible about everyth
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