Mrs. Carter Enters the RoomEmma POVThe paper was still in my hand when the bedroom door opened.I nearly screamed.Dylan stepped inside, glanced at the blue dress hanging from the wardrobe, then looked at me.“What are you hiding?”My fingers tightened around the folded page.“Nothing.”“That looked like something.”“It’s a receipt.”“For what?”“For the dress.”His eyes moved to the blue gown.“That isn’t the dress I approved.”“I know.”“Then why is it here?”“Because I’m wearing it.”The answer came out steadier than I felt.Dylan held out his hand.“Give me the receipt.”My heart lurched.“Why?”“Because I paid for the dresses.”For one ridiculous second, I considered swallowing the paper.Instead, I turned my back, opened the vanity drawer, and pushed it beneath a stack of handkerchiefs.“I’ll find it later.”“You just had it.”“I said I’ll find it later.”He stepped toward me.My body reacted before my mind did. I stepped back.His eyes dropped to the movement, and he stopped.
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