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“How did I…” Rosalind glanced down at herself, and Ashton saw every one of her muscles tense.
He could almost hear her thoughts trying to catch up with her panic. She was all but naked and sitting in a tub of warm bathwater with Ashton just inches away. A hot blush flamed her face.
“I found you on my doorstep. Unconscious.” He couldn’t help that his tone sounded gruff. The image of her passed out at his feet was difficult to look back on.
“Oh.” She ducked her head, but he could still see the wheels turning as she tried to piece together what series of events had led her to this tub.
“Did you walk all the way from London?” he asked, drawing her attention back to him.
Rosalind’s shoulders dropped, and she covered her breasts with her arms, all too aware of where his focus was driftin
