“Wife-beater,” Kenna murmured, not unkindly.
“Thief!”
“Wretched man.”
“Robber!”
“Poor, abused Rhys Canning.”
“Sleep-snatcher!”
“Sleep-snatcher?” Kenna’s eyes opened. “I take offense to that remark. It’s a horrid sort of man who would dare call me a sleep-snatcher. Especially when I’m quite willing to share.”
“Share?”
Kenna closed her eyes again and a wisp of smile touched her mouth. “Mm-hmm. Share my pillow.”
“It’smypillow.”
“A moot point, don’t you think, since it’s inmypossession.”
Rhys grinned as he stretched out beside her, propping himself on an elbow. “Kenna, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Seduce you?” she asked sleepily. “I think I mentioned once before that I haven’t the least idea how to go about it.”
Rhys gave her an arch look. “I wonder,” he said under his breath.
“Hmm?”
He slipped down further, pillowing his head on his arm. “No idea at all?”
Kenna touched her cheek where his warm, sweet breath had caressed it. “None.”
“Oh.”
Was it disappointment she heard? She peeked at him through her lashes. His face was very close, his mouth hovered near her own. “I would kiss you good night, but I fear you may misinterpret the gesture.”
“I wouldn’t,” he said earnestly.
“You’re certain?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well,” She moved her head a fraction and brushed his lips with hers. “Good night.”
“Kenna.” His exasperation was obvious.
“What?”
“Aren’t you going to give me part of the pillow?” he asked innocently.
It was Kenna’s turn to grin. “Beast.” She slid the pillow over a little and felt Rhys lay his head close to hers. Though her eyes were still shut she could sense Rhys looking at her. “Go to sleep, Rhys.”
He sighed, pulling part of her blanket over him, and closed his eyes. “So you really weren’t trying to seduce me.”
“Only trying to give you a comfortable bed.”
“Thank you.” He meant it. The window seat offered questionable comfort. “Good night, Kenna.”
