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"As Mr. Holliday pointed out," Ben said casually, continuing to work his buttons free, "our marriage is not a charade. According to the good state of Kansas, you are my wife in every way but..." He trailed off.
"But what?" she asked, trying to keep her gaze averted. In an effort to keep her mind occupied on anything but the man undressing before her, she sat on the bed and bounced a few times, cringing at the loud squeaking springs.
"Every way but one." His voice was so soft, she barely heard him. When she glanced back up at him, his shirt dangled from his hands, and his wide expanse of chest greeted her. She sucked in her breath; there was no help for it. He was perfectly made, his chest hair thick, but not overly so. His muscles were corded, yet not bulging or non-existent.
She'd only seen one other man half-naked before, but Patrick didn't even compare to the raw male beauty before her.
When Ben's words finally sunk into her befuddled thoughts, she lifted her eyes to his. He might as well have reached across the room and caressed her. Karina had forgotten to breathe, forgotten to even exist as she stared, enraptured. Her voice came out in a whisper when she finally answered him.
"I am your wife. You have every right to--"