“The lady is very wise. However, we’ll have the darker shade for the curtains and the rich blue for the bed.” His eyes slid down over her, and it almost felt as if he were touching her. “To better complement anyone who might find herself in it.” He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. But it was so blatant there could be no doubt. Mr. Peach coughed, and she wanted to slap Kilmartyn’s face, hard. She wanted to take her small fist and punch him in the stomach. She wanted to strip off her clothes and climb into that bed with him. And she suspected he knew it.
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