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He passed the second horse to the coacho inside"

"You shouldn’t be seen You stay here"

She pressed her lips into a thin line "I have necessary requirehed Of course she did

"And I think perhaps I ought to find other clothes The livery has becoht, of course She looked like a footh the muck, shot, and left for dead Which wasn’t an entirely incorrect assess out of her cap, she would be discovered in a heartbeat And when her hunters arrived, a girl dressed as a bedraggled footh to mention He hadn’t a choice

"You handle your needs I shall get you a dress"

He charh and a handful of coin, and returned to the carriage with a frock and food and a skin of hot water Opening the door, he found her already returned, and tossed the first two ite her the water "For your tea"

He did not give her a chance to thank hi to help the coachet to Longwood, sir," said the coachht"

"And a new coach the leather harnesses

"I can see you through until then"

King nodded "Good ht is the best ti knew it keenly He also kneas the worst ti in around hi hinore as they drew closer to Cue with more force than he’d planned, and she squeaked froreen dress, festooned in little frills of lace and ribbon "I’ling her

"Why not?"

"Because I aitimate answer to his question

He raised a brow and did nothie With her foot

It was the foot that tipped hi on the hands at her breast, white laces crisscrossing up the bodice of the dress "Are you having trouble lacing yourself into it?" he asked

She went crimson, and he had his answer "Not at all!" she squeaked

"You’re a terrible liar"

She scowled at him "I don’t typically have cause to lie, sir It is rare that entlemanly questions"

"Don’t you mean rapscallionesque?"

"That, as well Yes"

He smiled "Do you require my assistance, my lady?"

"I most certainly do not," she replied "It’s siarment was somewhat less"

Close the door, he willed hiht

Sadly, his arot hoork

And then she finished the sentence and his brain did the same

"ample"

Christ

"You have five minutes," he said, "and then we leave, laced or no"

He closed the door and returned to the horses, checking the cinches again as he counted to three hundred By thirty-six, he was i hiood look at the breasts in question when he had Sophie in hand earlier in the day By one hundred and seventy, he’d relived the events of earlier in the day, uilt By two hundred twenty-five, he was cursing himself the worst kind of scoundrel, but, truthfully, she was the one who had brought up breasts