He flashed a quick, wonderful smile, for a moment she saw starbursts around his eyes, smile lines around his mouth, white teeth.
Once he and Claude had gotten the horses rubbed down and most of them stabled, he paid Claude and said he’d see him tomorrow. Clause had walked home to Anne and Laurent, leaving Grey to head over to the main paddock, where he’d left Mystère for last.
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