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They didn’t make love before the party. She told herself she hadn’t been looking forward to it, anyway. Instead, they talked, and Fallon massaged her feet until she fell asleep on the couch. He woke her with a kiss that almost made them late and then hurried her into a striped sarong of olive, burgundy and black. While not what she would have chosen, together with the sleeveless black top, it looked far better than she expected.

“You know, these clothes keep appearing in my closet…” she said tentatively as Fallon helped her dress her hair.

“Do you like them?” He closed a hairclip over the back of her hair and brushed the loose ends off her shoulders.

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