Ginger‘s blush rose from her toes to her cheeks, which became inflamed with color. She stared up at him again and gasped. “You threatened me on our fateful day in the livery, saying you would like to strip me of my bloomers and have your way with me. Did you ravage me?” She squeaked out the question.
“You were unconscious, and ill. I would not take advantage of you under such circumstances.”
“Damn,” she whispered. She pummeled her hands on the covers. Then she smiled up at him. “But I‘m awake and well now.”
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