“I think I’d like to go back to the castle now,” she said softly.
“Aye. Right.” He scrambled to his feet then held out a hand to pull her up. Bad idea. The second her hand slipped into his, his lust came roaring to life again. What was this woman doing to him? Was she a witch after all and had cast some sort of spell on him?
He forced himself to release her hand and they walked in silence back to the castle. Abigail busied herself throwing the stick for the dogs and Reid was glad of the distraction. He escorted her into the keep and to the top of the stairs where they paused, facing each other.
“Um...well then,” Reid faltered.
“Well then,” Abigail repeated.
The silence stretched, heavy and thick.
“Um,” he managed at last. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Reid.”
He turned away woodenly and strode down the hall to his room. As he opened his door, he couldn’t help looking down the corridor. Abigail had paused at her door too, and was staring back at him.
Then she went into her room and closed the door behind her. Reid itched to follow. Instead, he called the dogs to heel and went into his own room, wondering how he was ever supposed to get a good night’s sleep while Abigail was in the castle.
Chapter 11
Reid wasn’t in thegreat hall next morning when Abi went down, despite the fact that she was up at the crack of dawn. Getting up hadn’t been hard, considering she’d lain awake all night anyway. How was she supposed to sleep with the knowledge that Reid was just down the corridor? How was she supposed to sleep when memories of that kiss kept playing through her head?
If he had kissed her again after Whitefoot’s little stunt, she knew she would have melted, would have given in to the desire she felt for him.
Yes, it was just as well they hadn’t taken it any further. But that hadn’t stopped her from thinking about him all night.
Now, as she paused in the door of the great hall, her eyes sprang immediately to his seat and her stomach dropped in disappointment to see he wasn’t there.
“Morning, Abigail!” Martin said brightly as he walked through the door. He was clutching a stack of papers to his chest and walked with a confidence that she hadn’t seen in him yesterday.
“Good morning,” she replied. “You’re very sprightly today.”
“That’s because I dinna have those blasted accounts hanging over my head. Ah, ye dinna know what a weight off my mind that is. Why, I feel ten years younger!”
Abi laughed at his enthusiasm. “Well, I’m glad I could help.”
