Something big was trapped inside him, some great sadness, and he felt if he could cry, or even articulate it in speech, it would relieve the pressure and provide him some measure of relief. But he couldn't reach it. He couldn't find a way to address it. He wondered if it would become the thing that defined him.
Eugenie looked great, her short spiky auburn hair edged with conservative blond tips and her face wearing a minimum of makeup. Must be Mr. Natural__ influence. I gave her a hug and turned to meet Quince, who was sitting across from her.Okay, I could see the attraction. He had thick, honey-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail not unlike my own, and a green gemstone stud in one ear. He reached out a grasped my hand, shaking it firmly. __t__ great to meet you. Eugenie talks about you all the time.___he talks a lot about you too, Quince._ The man had no idea.He smiled and his blue-green eyes were almost enthralling. __ost people call me Rand, but Eugenie likes my real name better than my nickname.__fter a half hour of small talk, I wasn__ sure I liked Quince Randolph. He was drop-dead gorgeous, no question about that. But there was something off about him I couldn__ quite pinpoint. He stared too hard when he talked to you, made my eye contact than a normal person. I tried to dig into his head a little but came up blank, which was weird, except I__ done a heavy grounding ritual this morning.__ou know, I just noticed something._ Eugenie had a funny look on her face. __ou guys have the same hair and eye colo. I__ never realized it till I saw you sitting there across from each other.___aybe we__e very distantly related._ Rand smiled.__ doubt it,_ I said, frowning. __ don__ have much family. And if we were related, I__ be pissed off that you have better cheekbones.
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Eugenie looked great, her short spiky auburn hair edged with conservative blond tips and her face wearing a minimum of makeup. Must be Mr. Natural__ influence. I gave her a hug and turned to meet Quince, who was sitting across from her.Okay, I could see the attraction. He had thick, honey-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail not unlike my own, and a green gemstone stud in one ear. He reached out a grasped my hand, shaking it firmly. __t__ great to meet you. Eugenie talks about you all the time.___he talks a lot about you too, Quince._ The man had no idea.He smiled and his blue-green eyes were almost enthralling. __ost people call me Rand, but Eugenie likes my real name better than my nickname.__fter a half hour of small talk, I wasn__ sure I liked Quince Randolph. He was drop-dead gorgeous, no question about that. But there was something off about him I couldn__ quite pinpoint. He stared too hard when he talked to you, made my eye contact than a normal person. I tried to dig into his head a little but came up blank, which was weird, except I__ done a heavy grounding ritual this morning.__ou know, I just noticed something._ Eugenie had a funny look on her face. __ou guys have the same hair and eye colo. I__ never realized it till I saw you sitting there across from each other.___aybe we__e very distantly related._ Rand smiled.__ doubt it,_ I said, frowning. __ don__ have much family. And if we were related, I__ be pissed off that you have better cheekbones.
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