Ginger’s tired voice floated out the open cottage window. Rand tensed at Cordelia’s reply. “Honey, I’m sorry, but I have to be honest with you. I do not want to see you make the same mistakes that you made in your first marriage.” There was a long pause. “And from the looks of things, you’ve started your second marriage off on the wrong foot, too.” “I really think,” he heard his mother interrupt kindly, “that all is not what it may seem.” Figuring enough had been said, Rand walked through the front door. Ginger was standing in front of the workstation she had made for herself, her hair still damp from the shower and coiled in a loose messy knot on top of her head. She was clad in one of his blue chambray shirts and a pair of her comfortable-looking khaki cargo pants and socks. She wore no makeup but looked sexy as all get-out, just the same. Rand nodded at the three women.
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