Ash cleared his throat. “This, uh . . . This thing we’re doing is probably a bad idea.” “Yes. Yes, of course. Precautions.” Her hand slipped from his. “I’ll order a wardrobe tomorrow.” He stepped away. “You’ll order a wardrobe later in the week. Tomorrow we’re taking an outing.” “An outing? To where?” “Swanlea. Your future house.” Before she could grow too excited, he held up a hand. “Not to stay.
