“I beg your pardon?” he asked, closing the door and planting his hands firmly on the hips of his borrowed breeches. “I’ll admit I don’t know very much about such things, but aren’t you at least supposed to ask me?” “You want to do this now, Ivory, really?” She stood with her arms defiantly folded …
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Author P.S. Bartlett 
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