![]() “Whatever you want it to, now just sit down.” Charlie gave her husband a gentle push that made him drop weakly onto the foot of the bed.” “You are wearing the breeches? What the devil is that supposed to mean?” Sit down before you fall down,” she snapped. “Dammit Radcliffe, I am wearing the breeches now. “I shall do that, you just rest,” she insisted, taking his arm to steady him. ![]() I have to figure out a way to get us out of here.” “Mayhap you should stay lying down for a bit,” Charlie murmured anxiously, but he shook his head and forced himself to his feet where he swayed woozily. “Aye,” Radcliffe sighed, sitting up with her help and peering around, his hand moving automatically to rub his aching temple. “Bastard,” Charlie hissed as the door closed behind him, then turned to look down at Radcliffe with concern. The shall be the last you have together.” “You have a little over six hours until midnight. I told you midnight-can neither of you read? Nice frock, by the way,” he sneered, turning to stomp toward the door. First, she shows up instead of you, then you come early. ![]() “Really, the two of you are quite tiresome. “Finally,” the other man sighed impatiently. ![]()
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