It was in the middle of drinking that his teasing question reached her, and Irene’s hand holding her glass paused as her dark gaze flickered back to him. She took her time with her answer, lowering her hand slowly, swallowing, and then laughing softly at the conversation she’d managed to walk herself into.
“Size doesn’t matter when one’s bed has always meant to remain empty, Mr. Dempsey,” She said dryly, canting an eyebrow at him as she settled further into her seat. Her foot, which had stopped tapping a rhythm when he’d posed his question, began to do so again. She tipped the glass back to down it all. “Not for lack of trying, but I don’t believe Fate’s dealt me enough cards to be so fortunate as to be concerned with the size of my bed.”
“Size doesn’t matter when one’s bed has always meant to remain empty, Mr. Dempsey,” She said dryly, canting an eyebrow at him as she settled further into her seat. Her foot, which had stopped tapping a rhythm when he’d posed his question, began to do so again. She tipped the glass back to down it all. “Not for lack of trying, but I don’t believe Fate’s dealt me enough cards to be so fortunate as to be concerned with the size of my bed.”
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