Her mouth curved to the side as she released the button without undoing it. Before pushing off the table, though, she leaned in toward him and the bridge of her nose grazed his cheekbone. “Thank you for the dress, Gideon.” His name on her lips sent a tremor through him. His hands clenched. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “My pleasure,” he murmured. When she pulled away and turned to get dressed, he decided against watching her shimmy back into her trousers, choosing to tidy up instead.
