Gathering her courage, Amelia blurted out, “I want your ring. “Hummingbird,” he whispered, “you don’t have to be nervous with me.” And touched his foot to her rapidly tapping one. "Very sensible.” Cam took her shaking hand in his, pressed it between his warm palms. And then you won’t have to be embarrassed about having so much money, because it will flow out nearly as fast as it comes in." You should marry into a family with very, very bad luck. “I’ve been thinking about your problem.” “What problem?” Cam played lightly with the folds of her skirts, watching her face alertly. You see-” She paused to clear her throat. “I have a proposition for you,” she said, trying for a businesslike tone. The clean, salty, evergreen scent of him drifted to her nostrils. “Amelia stopped before him, her skirts crowded between his parted knees.
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