Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. Luck. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. \"Some of them do smell good, though. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. ‘How fascinating. I'm sure she'll let me go, though.
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