Chapter 7Her stomach all atwitter, Blythe stood at the side of the stage, awaiting her moment to parade before potential bidders. Although she couldn’t help wondering what Richard would do when it became her turn to move front and center as the next “item” up for bid, that hadn’t caused her current state of anxiety. No, recollections of Wolfe’s sweet and surprisingly passionate kiss had done that, dispatching a platoon of butterflies into her stomach, and the more she dwelled on the memory, the fluttery sensation eventually affected her entire body. She actually felt dizzy with desire for him, and her legs started to wobble. To prevent herself from tottering over, she momentarily pressed her palms on a side table and drew deep breaths. The fragrant aroma of red and yellow roses, commanding
