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“Well, at least ten.”
Harriet rolled her eyes.
“Here you go, Ma’am.” Cook gestured to a tray and added a cup and saucer. “Will Lady Aphrodite’s maid take this up to her?”
Harriet rose. “No, that’s all right. I’ll do it myself. I want to see how she’s doing this morning.”
“Very good, Ma’am.”
Carefully carrying the tray from the kitchen, Harriet heard Paul behind her. “Don’t work too hard, love. It will be a late night for us…” His voice trailed off and she felt his finger brush the back of her neck.
She shivered with pleasurable anticipation. “I do hope so.”
