Shaking her head, she stood up.
- Go ask whether my help is needed to Pascal.
- Need not. - Niall went to Tash. - My Angel, sit down for a minute, I need to talk to you.
She felt her heart sank into a ball as she sat back down at the table.
- Tash, I want to ask one question, but you may seem, it is none of my business. If you do not want - do not answer, I will not insist or ask again. But if you honestly and sincerely answer me, then maybe I chip on my shoulder fall.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Tash quickly looked at Niall and averted eyes. Earlier, when he wore a beard, it was easier with him. And now it is difficult to know. Tesh disheveled liked Niall, not a movie star. It feels as if a great hand-cat, which she wanted to stroke two days ago, suddenly was a real lion.
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