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You could just tell she was feeling hurt.

Hull raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"

Susanna rolled over in bed, clutching the comforter around her. Her voice was muffled. "Nothing. I'm fine."

But she was obviously not fine.

Hull sighed. “Look, I know women from Portis City have all these big ideas about, you know, waiting for the right moment..... maybe even saving it for their wedding night. But come on, that's old-school stuff. Are people really still that conservative?"

Susanna's eyes went wide. "Are we really having this conversation?"

Seriously. Was this the kind of thing you just talked about so casually?

Well, whatever, she had bigger things on her mind right now.

Hull, seeing she wasn't answering, started rummaging through the medical kit, snapping on latex gloves. "Alright, pants down."

Susanna sat up, alarmed. “I can do it myself.”

Just the idea of him telling her to take her pants off made her freeze up.

"Or I could ask the housekeeper to help, if you'd prefer," Hull offered.

"You sure about that?" he added.

Susanna hesitated. Was she? No way. If the housekeeper got involved, she'd die of embarrassment. "I'll do it."

So, she braced herself, cheeks burning.

Hull gave her a look-intense, unreadable. Susanna squirmed under his gaze.

“Um..... what's with the look?" she mumbled. "Can't I just do it myself?"

completely unfazed.

"Is that

what was with this guy? He talked about stuff like this the way someone might ask if you wanted more

already experienced firsthand how relentless he could be in bed, Susanna would've started to wonder if he even

came to this stuff, he was just...

"I've already

Susanna groaned.

him. Like he was

calm. So matter-of-fact. Like none of this fazed

to the last bit of dignity she

end, Hull lost patience. With one swift

barely had time to

the pillows, Susanna muttered, “Our deal was just one time,

was tiny,

"I don't

sat up, affronted.

course you do! You said

get to

haven't seen her. I got

make

family, Susanna had started to

heard what had happened, she

turned to Stella. "You know

her fork. "She

idea," Ronald said,

morning when Susanna called, her voice trembling as she talked about

she was out practicing

through. “She's a lot tougher than

Ronald nodded. "Yeah."