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She posed for his perusal. His eyes smoky, mouth slightly ajar, he walked around her in a wide arc, halting at the edges of the train that swept across the floor behind her.

“I’ve never seen anything like it in my life,” Rod said huskily. “Your own design?”

“Yes.”

He nodded. “It looks like it was made just for you. Wouldn’t you mind if someone else wore it?” he asked gently.

How had he known? Since the day she’d conceived the gown, she’d held a secret vision of herself gliding down the aisle in it…

“No one ever has wanted to wear it,” she managed to reply.

He reached out, as if to touch her sleeve, then abruptly withdrew. “No one ever should—but you.”