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Matthew scanned the array of delectable dishes: fish, asparagus tart, a terrine of some sort, the quantity far toothe bowl of strawberries”

“That ht prove to be a problem,” Hopkins said with a hint of remorse “Cook had not factored strawberries into the week's menu”

Matthew’s shoulders sagged “Can you not find some from somewhere?”

Hopkins gri late…”

“Never erness to please touched her The thoughtful gesture was enough “We’ll save the strawberries for another time”

Hopkins inclined his head “Is there anything else you need?”

“No, we shall serve ourselves I’ll inform you once we’ve finished” Matthew stepped outside with Hopkins, returned a moment later and closed the door “Your picnic, estured to the table

“Are we to sit on the floor?” Exciteht of such unconventional behaviour

“Is that not what people do on picnics?”

Priscilla stepped onto the Persian rug, but Matthew caht her wrist

“There is just one ers into her hair His head was so close his warers, he removed the pins slowly One at a time Golden locks tumbled around her shoulders, and he teased them loose, brushed a few tendrils fro your hair, but hopefully you’ll feel a similar sense of freedom”

A strange ache filled her chest: a yearning she had never experienced before It took all the effort she possessed not to throw her arms around his neck and plunder his mouth

“Are you atte to seduce me?”

He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers “Only if it’s working”

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