““Perhaps we should spice up our next wager." A wary look entered her blue eyes. "How?" "By wagering your mother's necklace against...your clothing." She froze, her arms over her head, her eyes wide. "My clothing?" "Yes. Your gown-against your mother's neckace." His body was already hard at the thought of her standing before him in nothing but her chemise and stockings. Sophia lowered her arms with a teasing smile. "I doubt it will fit you." A surprised laugh broke from him. "That would be a sight. But to be crystal clear, if I win this hand, you will disrobe for me.””
