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Dinner was even better than lunch, and as Alanis finished the last of her dessert, she stretched slowly like a small and very satisfied cat.
“It's a wonder you aren't as fat as a pig. After such dishes…” she said lightly as she caught Brody's amused glance across the table.
At her request, they were sitting on the veranda again.
“I would be if Marie was my cook,” she added completely satisfied.
“If Marie was your cook that would mean you would be my wife, and I won’t allow you to get fat,” Brody said smoothly as he poured them both a cup of coffee from the tray Josephine had just brought to the table. “Except the moment you’d get pregnant, of course, and even then, I would monitor your progress carefully.”
“You don't like plump women?” Alanis asked carefully as the training of
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