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“Notnever.”

“Seldom, then,” Anthony corrected.

The footman returned and deposited a basket on the table.Felix reached for a roll.“True.”

“Why is that?”Sarah asked.She understood why Felix never would have invited her, but Anthony?

Felix shrugged.“No reason.”

She studied him, wondering why she didn’t believe that.“Thank you for inviting us now.”

He gave her a warm smile.“I suppose I was just waiting for the right time.”

Something inside her loosened.It was only for a moment, but she felt a brief sense of contentment and maybe even a spark of something she hadn’t felt in weeks: hope.