My hands slid over his chest, his back, and something deep inside me clicked and relaxed. Nathaniel had rolled out the dough enough that he was shaping the individual biscuits. What I was clinging to now was Nathaniel. I smiled at him, it was a good smile, not flirting, though some men take it that way, just a good, open, honest, happy to have you smile.
All I knew was that if I ever did get engaged again I'd decided either both of us got an engagement ring, or neither of us did. As far as I knew, Richard and I didn't have anything this important to say to each other. The ones that were so automatic that I didn't usually notice them. I always felt better dressed.
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