Silently he blamed Cassie and her talk for all his wild imaginings. For purely selfish reasons he wanted to believe that Pilar was attempting to be alluring for him. When he finally turned back to face her, she had shifted her hands to the seat cushion and stiffened her arms in a bracing posture that emphasized the jutting roundness of her breasts. Yet she continued to look at the papers on the table with thoughtful concentration. “What’s so interesting?” A hint of gruffness put an edge on his question. “What?” Her dark glance hardly touched him, but she did shift out of that pose to a less disturbing one. “I’m trying to decide how I could rearrange my schedule so I could attend this auction. They have a silver service by Reed and Barton listed that I’d like to see, as well as some Meissen porcelain.” “Where is it?” Trace wandered over to look at the flyer. “Just outside of Vicksburg.” She scratched out the appointment listed on the day of the sale, changed it to another date, and wrote in the auction.
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