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Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen Oliver did check the stairs again. Not because he didn’t trust Primrose, but because he didn’t trust Miss Middleton-Murray. Then he went to Rhodes’s bedchamber, where he found Primrose. For a moment it was awkward—he didn’t know quite where to look, didn’t know quite how to talk to her, and he could tell she felt the same way—and then the moment passed and everything was all right between them again—tart Primrose Garland and jingle-brained Oliver Dasenby—and when he teased her and she called him a fiddle-faddle fellow, Oliver laughed out loud in relief. After ten minutes, Primrose excused herself. Oliver gave her a discreet thumbs up, telling her he’d checked the stairs, and she acknowledged this with an infinitesimal nod. He spent the next half hour talking to Rhodes,
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