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Blair reported to the lobby exactly at seven, wearing her favorite pair of white shorts, a loose bright-pink linen blouse, and comfortable boat shoes. She wasn’t sure what Denver had planned for her, so she had dressed for relative comfort and ease of movement.
He was already there, speaking with the front desk staff, when she arrived. Her eyes dragged over his form, soaking in the casual perfection of him in khaki shorts and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms flexed as he leaned against the counter. Blair swallowed hard as a wave of feminine hunger rolled through her like a tide.
She forced herself to examine the rest of him, studying his clothing choices. Good couples often wore complementary outfits, not intentionally, but if she wanted the
