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Angel had sat down at the waters edge, considering what life was like back in Catalunya now. He assumed David, who would have been approaching his first shift by now, would turn into a tall, strapping lad like most of the men in the Fabregas line. And Carme, little darling Carme. Angel supposed she would have inherited all the beauty of her Grandmother, Aunt and Mother. Even Angel, who steered clear of pretty women since Maria, had to secretly admit that Cristina was a very handsome woman. He often wondered if the other's had produced any nieces and nephews. Ana had reported that their had been no new additions to the family since she left, but Ana had been absent for nearly as long as Angel himself had been.
The Spaniard's ear's flickered as he was addressed by a strange voice. He stood but did not turn around immediately 'Que?' he asked when he spun around slowly. The English finally sunk in. Sparring? he thought, sniggering. 'Okay then' The Catalonian replied, 'Hand to hand or with knives?' he asked. He was equally skilled with both, due to his strength and surprising agility. No one expected the agility.
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