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She jabbed a finger against so called Waterford, Dublin pattern, only because she recognized it as the city where Roarke had been born Then she looked up with a scoard the hovering Summerset “Go away”

But his attention had shifted frolass dome of the observation balcony She’d used the Irish linen, he noted An excellent choice, which was probably blind luck The Georgian candlesticks, white tapers There were dozens of other candles, all white, scattered around the lounging roohted

Galahad the cat pranced over and leaped onto the satin pillows on the love seat

“Jesus Christ, they’re just forks and knives!”

The combination of horror and frustration in her tone had Su “Which china pattern have you selected?”

“I don’t know Will you get out of here? This is a private party”

He tapped her hand aside before she could select, scanned her other choices, and ordered the proper flatware “You’ve neglected to order napkins”

“I was getting to them”

He turned a pitying eye on her She earing a cotton robe, had yet to enhance her face Her hair was standing in spikes froers

But he gave her points for the atteh some of her selections were unconventional in co ambiance

“When one plans a specialline of his nose at her, “One requires the proper accompaniments”

“What ao slither under the door again, I could finish up”

“Flowers are necessary”

“Flowers?” Her sto to ask She’d saw her tongue off with her teeth before she asked

For a hu ten seconds they sih he told hi his authority as est roses, the Royal Silver”