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likes what she sees here.” He turned when she released his arm, moving to sit on the bench seat where husbands and lovers sat to approve their women’s selections. “I’ll just sit here and watch, if you don’t mind.”
    He would have left, but the calculating gleam in Challa’s eyes told him that the woman would choose the ugliest and most out of date clothing in which to dress his beautiful companion. He knew jealousy when he saw it.
     
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    After an hour and seven outfits later, Marteeka had chosen three new jumpsuits and one evening gown. No one consulted him about the underwear or the nightgowns she chose.
    It’s probably just as well, a young-sounding voice whispered into his mind. You know how you love surprises.
    Kyl smiled. Whoever that voice belonged to was correct. He did love surprises. He also liked the anticipation of undressing a lover. It was very like unwrapping a gift.
    Marti stepped out of the dressing room looking gorgeous in a white blouse and a short, short bright red skirt with matching high-heeled boots. His mouth went dry. Holy hell! When did she try that on? “I don’t remember that one.”
    She smiled though that little worry line appeared between her eyes again. “I didn’t show it to you. I knew I had to have it the minute I saw it. Do you like it?”
    Like it? It was all he could do to stay where he was when what he wanted to do was pin her to the floor and lick the damned thing off her. He grinned, hoping he didn’t look too much like a dar-tak and scare her off. “I love it. Uh…are you hungry?” He swallowed thickly as he tried to pry his gaze from her exposed cleavage. He had to do something to get his mind off all of that exposed flesh or he would pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, and drag her back to his rooms to fuck her until she screamed. Perhaps feeding another appetite would make the others less intense. At least it would give him something to do with his hands that didn’t involve ripping that outfit off her. He doubted it would work, but it was worth a shot.
    Marti looked as though she’d been about to deny her hunger when her stomach let out a loud grumble. Her cheeks turned that lovely shade of pink and she covered her too-flat stomach with her hand. “Yes,” she said, ducking her head. “It’s quite apparent that I am.”
    “Please see that the lady’s things are delivered to my address,” Kyl told Challa before he turned and held out his arm with a grin. “Then allow me to buy you dinner.”
    The sunset, as they exited the shop, was beautiful, so he took her to the only restaurant in the area where he knew they could sit outside and eat as they watched it disappear over the water.
    He couldn’t help but stare at the rainbow of color reflected in her hair. Even the reds and purples of the setting sun shone perfectly in her gleaming locks.
    “I love your hair.”
    “Really?” Marti reached up to smooth it back with a frown. “I hate it. It draws too much attention.” She shook her head. “I caused a stir when I first got to Katkari. It seemed as though every man on the planet wanted to date me. I thought it exciting, at first.” She thinned her lips. “It quickly turned into a nightmare.”
    She clung to his arm as the memories seemed to take her back. “I nearly caused a riot when they brought me back. The governor had me incarcerated because he didn’t know what to do with me. I was to wait until the prince returned to discover my fate. Lucky for me, by the time the prince returned, the furor had died down and I’d been locked up without a bath for so long that my hair was greasy and brown. Since everyone believed I had dyed it, they left me alone. Thank the gods.”
    Reaching up, Kyl succumbed to the urge to touch it. It was as soft as it looked. “How did you manage to hide this glorious hair when you bathed?”
    There was no way anyone could have gone five years without washing their hair. Sooner or later someone would