“I’m sorry about all this. “Nicholas, I don’t think—” His hands caressed her thighs, his thumb kneading the soft white flesh there; then he moved downward, downward. Executed? Beheaded? Something was deeply, sincerely wrong. “He was Arabella’s husband,” he said softly.
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