“Such as cuff links.” “Yes, such as cuff links.” Rosalind put the other one in. “The last time I did this, you said I was fussing like a real wife. It sent me into a great big huff.” Orion frowned. “Did I say it meanly? I apologize.” Rosalind’s gaze flickered up. His sleeves were finished, but she still hadn’t let go. “No,” she said. “I was angry because you were right, and I didn’t want to admit that it pleased me.”
