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Hannah was quite sure she had never seen such luxury. Their room had a fine patterned carpet from wall to wall, and gleaming draperies of silk damask, and furniture of rich mahogany. It was like a place where a princess might stay, rather than plain Hannah McAllister from Halkirk, Scotland.
No longer Hannah McAllister, though. Now she was Hannah Wilcox, with surely the finest husband the world had ever seen. He stood there now, thanking the bellhop who had brought up a tray of delectable dishes from the hotel’s restaurant, along with a bottle of champagne. After discreetly handing the man a coin, Nathan closed the door behind him, leaving them alone at last. He went to the tray and retrieved the flutes of cut crystal, and handed one to her.
She took it awkwardly by the stem; she’d nev
