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“Really?” I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that before. In fact, people say the opposite.

“He’s very modest too. I don’t understand why people ever thought he was a playboy. Sure, he was coming and going from clubs and bars, but he owned them. Never once was there a picture of him actually partying with a woman. He wouldn’t dare to have a picture like that happen because such things are only for his wife.”

“I suppose you’re right.” I’d never thought of it that way.

Cora pulls out her phone, glances at the screen, and then puts it back into her pocket. “Speaking of modesty, this is why I brought you in here. This was all last-second, so I thought you might not have a dress for the party. I had these brought over.” She walks over to the other side of the room and grabs a rack I hadn’t noticed before. “The sizes should be good. I had your measurements from your dress at the wedding.”

The woman really covers everything. I find it hard to believe she got these dresses so quickly, but I suppose she is an Andora. People must have jumped to get these here so quickly.

“You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did. I got these too.” She pulls over another rack. This one has boxes of shoes on the bottom, and hanging on the rack are undergarments. I reach out and touch the sexy, soft material. “I know you like to dress modestly, but it’s fun to have something that makes you feel sexy underneath.”

“I’ve never worn anything like this.”

“You don’t have to. Pick and choose what you like or don’t pick anything at all. In fact, I’ll have this boxed up and sent to the cottage.”

“Oh, I mean I can pick now if you like. You’ve already done so much.”

“It’s fine, honey. This way you can try on different things and take your time. I think I’ve got what I needed your help with for now.”

“Really?” I don’t think we’ve really done anything.

“Yep, plus you keep checking that clock.” She points to the one over her desk.

“I’m sorry. That’s so rude of me.”  Had I really been doing that? I know I peeked at it twice. Okay, maybe three times.

“Don’t be.” She gives me a bright smile. “You want to go see Cillian. I can’t be upset about that. Plus, he’s already texted me checking up on you.”

“Really?” My heart gives another flutter of hope.

“Yes, really. Let me show you to your cottage. I’ll have these brought over now.” She pulls out her phone, and my eyes go to the silk undergarments. What would Cillian think of them if he was to ever remove my clothes from me?

It might not ever happen, but a girl can fantasize. It’s just a shame that might be all I’ll ever have.


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