This man was going to be trouble for her, she could tell, and it would be of no one's fault but her own. She couldn't blame the handsome young painter for being himself but she could blame herself for giving in to such charm.

"Two days from now, yes," she agreed and they spoke more about details and where she could find him on that day. To her delight and embarrassment, the next morning she woke up from a rather racy dream involving the young painter. He really had got into her head.

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