She knew Raff was on the other side of the curtain but his silence was absolute. Fine, if that was the way he wanted to play it, there was no way she was going to be the one to crack. She bent down and picked up the dress, carefully putting it on the hanger. Still no sound, not even a sigh. Anticipation clenched at her stomach as she slipped the next outfit, a wide-skirted silk affair in a vivid green, off the rail and put it on, barely bothering to check the mirror before wrenching the curtain aside. ‘And?’ He was sitting on the sofa, lounging back seemingly without a care in the world. ‘The shoes don’t go.’ ‘They go with the other dress. I didn’t change them.’ Seriously? Shoes? That was what he was thinking? She wouldn’t ask, she wouldn’t, she wouldn’t... ‘Okay. Spill.’ For goodness’ sake, her self-control was legendary. She prided herself on it! But the need to know was burning her and she didn’t want to examine why.
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