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“Leave it on the table” I turn and pull (and pull and pull) the sides of the nightgown up so I can skippy-trot back to the love seat

“You’re going to break your neck as well as your ankle in that thing” He follows me inside the room and closes the door “If you don’t drown in silk first”

“My ankle isn’t broken Anyway, your brother brought own to sleep in”

He shakes his head “What a shocking lack of iination”

“I think he ht this would fitin my lap “Or I really was incredibly heavy, and he was only being nice” Nice Like that kiss

“My brother’s an idiot Here,” Cal drops a small stack of clothes in e”

“And where do you suggest I do that?”

“Around the side of the fireplace I won’t look” My eyes narrow, and he holds up both hands “I promise”

“I haven’t decided if you’re honest”

“Sirl”

Standing, I gather (and gather and gather) the sides of the gown so I can limp to the somewhat hidden corner beside the fireplace

“You haven’t eaten your macaroons!”

“Help yourself,” I call, placing the navy tee and boxers he brought e of the fireplace

“I’ll wait for you,” he says quietly

I quickly pull the silk circus tent overown on the bed and whip his tee over my head My senses flood with the deliciously spicyinto the shorts when I glance up and catch his hazel eyes in the oval mirror