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After all, he was naked and coated in terror sweat and would therefore theoretically be difficult to grip.
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The duke and Abigail silently watched Ian squeeze himself out. It wasn’t at all pretty, involving bending and contorting and the exposing of places Moncrieffe deeply regretted seeing even by lamplight.
She didn’t natter on the way some women did, filling the air with words for the sake of hearing their own voices, like a lonely bird hoping to attract other birds, the inevitable result of too many years married to a too-quiet man.
