and she saw his frustration with her, she saw his disgust. “You couldn’t have waited, could you?” he said, closing his eyes. “You couldn’t just control yourself, for once?” He shook his head. “You—this dress—greed,” he said, his words failing him in his displeasure. She wondered, as he spluttered, whether his anger had been prompted by the gown’s price or her overspilling body. “You’ve already got so much: Kit, your new job.”
