Chapter 51

• “Can you help me with this?” I turned my back to Atticus so he could help me zip up my dress. We were getting dressed for the dinner.
• It was a private dinner that some important guests were attending and I still had no idea how Atticus mistook it for a gala. I shivered involuntarily as his hands brushed my naked back when he wanted to adjust the dress so he could zip it.
• “Thank you,” I told him after he was done. He had buttoned his shirt halfway so I turned so I could help him button it all the way. When I was done buttoning the shirt, I plucked the suit jacket from the bed and gestured for him to turn around so I could put it on for him.