Exactly one minute after telling himself these things, Henry found himself emerging from his bedroom clad only in a loose pair of trousers and a shirt open at the neck. Caro smiled and patted the sofa cushion beside her. “Sit here. It’s nice and warm by the fire. I made us some tea.”
She twisted to retrieve the teapot from the end table. This had the effect of causing his dressing gown to fall halfway open. God, her legs were gorgeous—he got a glimpse of slender ankles and finely sculpted calves and a tantalizing hint of her thighs.
He also ascertained that, by all appearances, she was n***d beneath his dressing gown.
Holy mother of Christ.
She turned back, and her fingers brushed his as she handed him a teacup.
He took a sip, then smiled. “You know how I take my tea.”
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