His bed? What the—?
She spun to Clyde and Thomas who looked like they wanted the ground to swallow them up. “Where is Reid?”
“At the delivery gate,” Thomas murmured, pointing to a path that skirted around to the rear of the keep.
“Right.” She marched off, fury boiling in her stomach. How dare he? How dare he tell everyone she was sleeping with him?
Leaving the three men staring after her, she skirted the keep wall on her left, keeping the river on her right, until she reached an inlet that cut across the path, leading to an iron water gate in the castle wall.
Here, she found Reid knee-deep in the river with several other men, helping to unload a barge. He looked up as she neared and for a minute she faltered as that icy blue gaze swept over her.
But only for a minute. In the next instant, her anger returned.
So he’d been telling everyone she was sleeping with him, had he? Well, he’d regret his flapping tongue when she was done with him!
Chapter 8
Reid jerked with surpriseto see Abigail standing on the bank glaring down at him. He was so startled in fact, that he almost dropped the crock of butter he was unloading and had to catch it before it fell in the water.
Damn the woman. She should announce herself before she crept up on a man like that. She’d changed into the dress he’d had Clyde and Thomas take to her room and it fitted her perfectly. Gone were the odd trews and tunic she’d been wearing and now the dress showed off her ample bosom and slim waist flawlessly.
He caught himself staring and cleared his throat before passing the crock of butter down the line of men to the water gate and then continuing to unload the barge as if she was unimportant.
“Can I help ye?” he asked her.
She crossed her arms. Dear God, did she have to do that? The movement pressed her breasts up even further and sent an ache right to Reid’s groin.
Abigail seemed totally unaware of Reid’s discomfort. In fact, she seemed furious. There were little spots of pink on her cheeks, lines of annoyance furrowing her brow, and a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“Have you been telling everyone I’m sleeping with you?” she demanded, her voice loud enough to carry to anyone within twenty paces.
Damn it. Which blabber-mouth had let that one slip? Whoever it was would get a sound beating. Like he didn’t have enough problems: now he had to deal with a woman who looked ready to throttle him.
The men had stopped what they were doing to watch this showdown, waiting for Reid’s response. He grinned broadly, plastering a cocky expression on his face.
“Darling!” he cried, throwing his arms wide. “Couldnae stay away, eh?”
