I hope you're well." With a slight smile for their hostess, he stepped into the house. "Have you met my wife?" "I am. Thank you." The woman named Elizabeth, a tall, slender beauty with long waves of ginger hair, smiled and squeezed Jacob's free hand in welcome. Her smile remained genuine when she shifted her attention to Lauren. "We haven't met but I'm familiar with her charity work. I'm pleased you could join us tonight, Lauren." "The pleasure is mine." She responded by rote, well-trained to say the right things at the right times, but her manners failed there. A movement, a flash of pale skin and smooth curve caught her eye, drew her attention to the guests mingling in a room off the foyer. Jacob and Elizabeth exchanged a few more words and Lauren surrendered her wrap to a young man clad in...nothing. Her focus snapped back to her immediate vicinity. "You're welcome to stare," Jacob murmured in her ear. "He wants to be seen." A shudder rippled through her, her husband's words such an unexpected reminder of how well he'd come to know her without her knowledge.
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