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Ian bit into a piece of toast and shifted uncomfortably. The bedroom chair he sat in was decent enough. It was the damn white kimono-style robe that felt wrong, especially without underwear.
He had never thought much about underwear one way or the other, but now he missed them. Dressed in only a robe, he felt adrift, loose, drafty . . . uncomfortable. Knowing Gwen was similarly dressed—or undressed, he should say—he thought of tossing off the robes and taking her back to the soft bed they had thoroughly enjoyed last night.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said.
“What?”
“Your gaze keeps drifting to the bed. I expect Duvine to summon us any moment.”
He sighed. “I forgot how much I missed a soft mattress.”
“Yours is rather hard at the hut,” she agreed. “But I’m sure you don’t have m
