She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers. Ed. Suspicion was in his face. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford. He opened the door of still another room, in one corner of which was a grand piano.
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