Jay propped his chin in his hands to listen to his adoptive sister for a while, having little to say on the matter of men, uptight or not. Florence moved between worlds better than some of them did - Imogen and Eli managed it too, in a less conspicuous way - but Jay couldn’t. He would never be a part of that world; he had tried that, at school, and look what had happened there.

And, clearly, he had too many secrets.

But Florence seemed to know the secret of every man, and Jay shook his head long-sufferingly as he returned to his meal with a voracious appetite. “I’m sure you’ve taught him to sit and stay and all,” he commented dryly.

He was relieved, though, at her lightness. It sounded, as usual, like there was no need to worry about her: she could take care of herself.

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wrap?

  

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"I hope so. But hopefully not too well." She saw no need to explain her words. At the very least, not to a man she saw as a brother. She sat down herself and got herself a bit to eat. Food always was better in good company.

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be one of flo's paramours