“What about your life? Surely you don’t intend to keep this up forever. Soon enough Arran will realise we’re not married.” She straightened her bedsheets, trying to hide her frustration. “Has it ever occurred to you that I like the company? That I like seeing that little pile of feathers on the dresser when I come back at the end of the day, or hearing you clatter around in the bathroom, or knowing someone else is here when I wake in the middle of the night, is—” he took a step closer. “I do not clatter,” she said, heat flushing her cheeks. He put the money back on the dresser, slid his hands
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