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Chapter 6

Once the door was firmly closed, Gair turned to look at his wife. His eyes were drawn first to her chest. Where and how had she hidden those under her tunic? Even if she had a padded corset on that was way more than just a handful of flesh spilling over the top of the low neckline. He felt his mouth water as his tarse rose. Bloody hell. Why could he not keep his body under control around this woman? He knew his wife would not be a willing partner yet. Probably not any time soon either. He cleared his throat and drug his eyes up to hers.

“Mo bhean bhoidheach...” he couldn’t stop his eyes from travelling over her from head to toe and back up again.

Her curls were pulled tightly back from her face and pinned up in a way that almost hid the shortness of it. It accented the lines of her face and made her look older, perhaps very near his own age. The skirt was green on top and grey on the bottom, the top green with silver laces and grey sleeves. The neckline was lower than some that he h
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