Chapter 22

• Which would leave her wearing very little. Without warning, a picture formed in his head to illustrate the point; he saw her standing there minus the slinky dress, and in his expert opinion, she was not wearing a bra. It took him the space of several heartbeats before he could banish the steamy, distracting image.
• “Just what is your problem?”
• Honesty prevented Camille from yelling I’m looking at it, because he hadn’t made her spend the day being pampered and primped. But it was tempting, really tempting. What he had done was what he did best—he had exploited her weakness, made her do this.