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designed, with the feeling of being often reworked into new shapes. She loved gold as much as any dragon, but didn’t have so much of it that she could own different pieces to suit every mood and occasion.
    Well, he could at least solve that problem for her.
    When they turned onto Michigan Avenue, the long promenade of shops unfurling before them, each of the jewelry stores was as apparent to his senses as if it were sending up a searchlight.
    Gold! Gold here! Lots of gold! It took him a moment to corral his senses and remember the map he’d looked up before, refining his impressions from the cacophony.
    “All right,” he murmured, trying to focus past the nearest stores clamoring for his attention. “Tiffany and Cartier are both about halfway down. Which one would you like to clean out first?”
    Jane made a little despairing noise and pressed her face to his chest. Laurence smiled down at her and held her close.
    Don’t you go getting me drunk like that right out of the gate , Jane admonished, which would have sounded stern if he couldn’t feel the thrumming gold-lust under the words. You owe me clothes! I won’t be able to think straight if we go right for the hard stuff.
    “As my lady dragon wishes,” Laurence murmured, taking a step back and catching Jane’s hand to kiss her knuckles. He paused a moment to study her distressingly ringless fingers, but that was another problem he would soon be able to solve for her. “Where would you like to start?”
    “There’s a seamstress I visited a couple of times,” Jane murmured. “Special occasions, you know. I always told myself if
    I could ever afford it, I would come back and order tons of clothes from her; she does amazing things and never complains about her clients not being a size two. I mean, it helps that a lot of us are either dragons or mated to them, so she knows we’re all quite happy looking like we’ve never gone hungry, but she does beautiful work.”
    “Lead on,” Laurence agreed, and Jane set off into the complex of shops attached to the Four Seasons, leading him past the brightest storefronts to a discreet glass door with a simple plaque.
    A gray-haired woman whose age he couldn’t quite guess stepped out to greet them as they crossed the threshold. “Ah, Jane, my dear! It’s been so long.”
    “I’m sorry, I know I don’t have an appointment, but I—” Jane gestured helplessly toward Laurence, smiling that giddy smile again. The woman didn’t seem to hear Jane’s unspoken burble of I met my mate, look at him, he’s magnificent, he wants to buy me things!
    It was possible she was just being tactful.
    Laurence slipped his black card from his pocket and said, “I assume this will cover any added charges for showing up unannounced, as well as anything the lady wants.”
    The seamstress glanced down at the card, turning it this way and that. Laurence half expected her to bite the corner of it, the way humans used to test gold. She tapped it against a slim black phone she drew from her pocket instead, and allowed him to see her looking mildly impressed, though not so impressed that he could think she hadn’t seen this sort of thing before.
    “That ought to cover everything the lady could possibly want,” the seamstress agreed, handing the card back to Laurence.
    She smiled warmly at Jane. “Well, my dear, where shall we begin?”
     
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    Jane surrendered the clothes she’d arrived in and stood to have all her measurements taken, murmuring a few small requests as she did. Madame Violaine merely nodded and adjusted her dressmaking model to Jane’s exact dimensions, and then instead of having her put her own clothes back on as she had when Jane came to be fitted for a single dress, she gave Jane a delicious silk wrapper and directed her to sit down on the loveseat where Laurence was already lounging. He had watched her measurements being taken with heavy-lidded eyes, and curled a possessive arm around her as soon as she sat