“Unfortunately, and this is a devil of a thing for a man of my background to admit, I’ve no feeling for cloth or patterns at all. My stepfather despaired of ever making me a draper.” “How fortunate you had the earldom to fall back on.” Oxney gave a bark of laughter. “Yes, it was that or walking the streets. Sometimes I regret my decision.” “I’m sure you would have made an excellent lightskirt, my lord.” That was unquestionably going too far, except that Oxney simply swiped a hand at him, grinning. He gave himself a mental kick anyway. Stop flirting. You tried that and look what happened.
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