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“You look lovely.” Connor couldn’t stop staring at the gorgeous woman who’d just stepped through the rickety front door.

Tonight Rowena looked like anything but a landscape designer. She wore an exotic skirt in some kind of orange-red-gold pattern that wrapped around her hips and fluttered down to her toes peeking out from flat leather sandals.

Her red top made her hair come alive as it framed her face and accented her big hazel eyes.

“Thank you.” She stepped into his car with an easy grace that came not from some past schooling in ballet, but from an ease and lithe comfort with her own body.

He closed the door and got in beside her, grateful that the car’s interior gave him a close-up look.

“The seat belt is here.” His hand brushed against her skirt as he showed her the catch. “It’s a great fabric. Silk?”

“Thai silk. A friend who is a textile designer gave me a few meters when I left Thailand several years ago.”

“He’s very talented,” Connor said, noticing that she didn’t correct his assumption that her friend was male. He found himself curious about her past. “Did you spend a lot of time overseas?”