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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
The fabric was an off-white, almost a cream, with the palest of flowers and leaves swirled throughout in a delicate pattern. The only word that would come to Charlies mind was soft. The pink and blue flowers, and the green leaves and vines were all soft pastels. The small redhead reached out reverently to touch the fabric.
The sleeves were short and sewn to puff at the shoulders. The waist was gently gathered, and Charlies hands went to her hips as she remembered the way the fabric fell in a flattering line from her waist.
Well, what have we here?
Charlie stiffened at the sound of Tansys voice.
My, Tansy said brightly, what pretty material. I think the neckline is a little too high for my tastes, but then its probably just right for your figure.
Wishing that Sadie hadnt left the room, Charlie watched as Tansys shoulders went back to best display her full chest.
Is Sean here? Tansy did nothing to disguise the hope in her voice, and Charlie nodded reluctantly.
The voluptuous girl shot out of the room, and Charlie, after another look at her dress, followed slowly. She knew the exact moment Tansy found Sean because her voice went up three octaves in a way she thought men found attractive.
Charlie entered the small parlor to find Sean standing behind the chair and Sadie sitting on the sofa. Tansy was in front of the chair talking to Sean. His look was guarded.
Why Sean, if I didnt know better Id think you didnt like me. Her full lips went into a pout, and Charlie watched Sadies eyes narrow.
Would it help if I had Sadie make me a dress like the one shes making Charlie?
Seans eyes swung to his wife as Charlie, looking utterly crestfallen, turned and walked stiffly from the room.
So thats why were over here, Sean thought. Sadie is making a dress for my wife, and Tansy just let the cat out of the bag. He knew it was time to put the situation in order. He came back around to the front of the chair and stood in front of Tansy. When she put one hand on his chest he removed it none too gently.
The stunning blonde looked with genuine confusion at the man before her and then took a step back.
Im a happily married man, Tansy, Seans voice was implacable, and youll do well to remember that. Do not touch me or flirt with me again. I wont put up with it.
Tansy misunderstood, and a sly smile lit her face. Afraid you wont be able to control yourself?
Exactly, Sean said sternly, only to finish by dashing Tansys hopes. Ive never hit a woman before, and I really dont ever care to, but no one is going to hurt my wife, physically or emotionally, and get away with it.