This week's six is from my current historical WIP, A Perfect Lady. When we left her, Rebecca was searching for her chemise after having spent some quality time in James' bed...
She didn’t take the time to ponder how it found its way atop the canopy. It didn’t matter. She wriggled into it, then dove into the darkness on the far side of the bed for her gown. As she knelt, the tick made a crushing sound and the man in the bed mumbled, “You are welcome to stay, love.”Rebecca froze, her hand halfway to the crushed silk gown she’d worn to Christina Sheraton’s masquerade ball, her response a whispered, “No. I’m sorry. I really must be going.”Linen and feathers crushed again, and this time, his head appeared over the side of the bed as he whispered back, “Are you certain?”
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