Page 62 of Tempting the Highland Spy
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“I’d say so.” He reached for her, easing her closer. Her breasts pressed to his hard-muscled chest. “But perhaps…for good measure…”
With that, he kissed her again, a light, sweet caress that set her toes to curling.
His lips parted from hers, and he regarded her without speaking. The pendulum on the clock swished, its steady beat breaking the silence.
She brushed a rogue lock of hair from his forehead. “Well, then,” she murmured. “I certainly thinkthatshould do it.”
His expression bore no trace of humor. “I’d say so. Every man in this hotel will envy me when he sees you.”
“You think so?”
“I’ve no doubt.” A tempting half grin curved his full mouth. “The thing of it is, I’m not bloody sure which one of us has made the sacrifice.”
