Sealed With A Kiss. Kristin Hardy

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      Prologue

       San Francisco, July 2005

      “WHAT DO YOU THINK of this one, Brandon, sweetie?” The woman looked at her towheaded young son, who sat like a spoiled prince in his tall chair. “It’s got an airplane.”

      Maybe seven or eight, he thumped down his Game Boy and poked bad-temperedly at the stamps she showed him.

      “Please don’t touch them with your fingers,” Joss Chastain said sharply. “They’re easily damaged.”

      “Oh, Brandon doesn’t mean anything by it, do you, sweetie?”

      Brandon scowled. “I wanna play my Game Boy.”

      “In a minute, sweetie. This is something special you can do with Grandpop.”

      It gave Joss a twinge. She’d never collected stamps with her grandfather. Instead, while he’d been on vacation recently, she’d let a collection of the most valuable of his many rare stamps be stolen.

      Giving her head a brisk shake, she laid a stamp collector’s kit on the counter. “This has all the basics he’ll need for collecting: an album, tongs, a perforation gauge, a magnifying glass and some nice starter stamps.”

      “Oh, this is perfect. He’s got to join a club at school,” she explained to Joss. “We thought stamp collecting would be good for him.”

      Meanwhile, Brandon’s sister sat quietly on a chair nearer Joss. She was maybe three or four, quiet and big-eyed in a way that reminded Joss of her own sister. Joss smiled to herself and used sleight of hand to make the pen she held disappear.

      The little girl’s eyes widened. Her mother and brother bent over the merchandise, oblivious.

      Joss winked at her. Enjoying herself, Joss made the pen reappear, then seemingly put it up СКАЧАТЬ