" You removed my spectacles!” A disbelieving snort of laughter escaped him. “The way you’re taking on, you’d have thought I removed your clothing!” Samantha clutched at the high-necked bodice of her homely bottle-green day dress. “How do I know you didn’t?” Silence hung between them, thicker than the heated air. Then his smoky voice dipped into low and dangerous territory. “If I had removed your clothing, Miss Wickersham, I can assure you it would have been worth waking up for. "