“Don’t ever be sure of it,” he said.
He thought about her some more as he drove west again on Sunset; but there was someone else on his mind too, so that his thought became somewhat confused. Only a little while ago he had been falsely accusing April Quest, and he realised now that once she recovered her poise she had been quietly leading him on-for mischief, or because she had to know what he would propose to do about his belief? Or perнhaps some of both … Well, he’d still given the right answer … So now there was a threat of another unwanted halo hanging over his head, and a few more pitfalls between them. But nothing, he hoped, that the drink he had asked her to save for him wouldn’t cure. Or at least the drink after that.
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