He took his seat, and supper was served. Conversation swirled as usual, but tonight he was the one not participating. He was so aware of Amy, he could swear he felt heat emanating from her body. It had taken all his willpower not to touch her in the keep. She seemed different tonight. She wore a different gown, a hunter green he remembered Kendra wearing at a house party last year. Her hair was in curls again… It was her eyes, he decided suddenly. The amethyst sparkle had returned. No one would think of describing this self-assured woman as “a wreck” now. She laughed and joked with his sister
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