“Mrs.—I mean, Friend Claire was just telling me some very interesting things. Regarding … er … what to expect on one’s wedding night.” Rachel looked up with interest. “I should welcome any such instruction myself. I know where the … um … parts go, because I’ve seen them go there fairly frequently, but—” “You have?!?” Dottie gawked at her, and Rachel laughed. “I have. But Ian assures me that he has more skill than the average bull or billy goat, and my observations are limited to the animal world, I’m afraid.” A small line showed between her brows. “The woman who cared for me after the death of
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