Shifting nervously from foot to foot, she fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, which, now that she was standing, fell to mid-thigh. With her arms clasped around her middle, trying to hold the gapping ends together she looked uncomfortable, as confirmed by her next words. “Don’t say it, James. I’m not explaining why I’m half dressed, and wipe that smirk off your face. If you want to be helpful, run to my rooms and find me something decent to wear.” She shrieked when Daniel pulled her into his side. He needed the contact right now, because he knew that life as he knew it would change forever the minute he broke the seal on that envelope. “I wouldn’t dream of it, my lady. Besides, there is nothing wrong with being in a state of undress in the bed chamber of your affianced.” Clara gave a strangled cough, and Daniel found himself on the receiving end of the full imposing glare only the butler of a great house could give while maintaining a perfectly polite smile on his face. He had been the recipient of a similar glare from James’s predecessor far too many times to count, when he’d come home after one of his youthful escapades.
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