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Kate called.

Dylan came in, fastening his shirt. “You don’t have to cook for me. I don’t expect it.”

“I don’t mind.”

“At least you should wear something a little less…that is, something more suitable for cooking.”

Perplexed, Kate looked down at her nightshirt.

“What’s wrong with this?”

“For one thing, there’s nothing to protect your skin,” Dylan growled. “Your legs are completely bare.”

“Not really. See?” She plucked at the nightshirt, pulling it higher. The shirt went halfway down her thighs.

“For God’s sake, don’t do that!”