A hint of mischievousness glinted in his eyes. “Neither are you.”
His jesting nature made her smile. It helped clear her mind of the self-destructive thoughts she’d had. Life was worth living. Even if it meant living it without her parents. She had Jamie and Helen, Alex and Keely. And now Helen was with child. A bairn to spoil and love.
“I am glad ye doona find me unattractive.”
He tipped her chin up and stared deep into her eyes. “You are beautiful, Miran. Too beautiful for your own good.”
“Thank ye,” she said breathlessly, lost in the depths of his dark eyes.
“Now.” He stood, taking her with him. “Let us go break bread with the others. For if we do not leave this tent now, I will ravish you.”
She understood how he was feeling. The longer she sat on his lap, feeling his thick manhood through his breeches, and seeing the desire in his eyes, the closer she came to doing the same to him. His nearness did strange things to her, excited her, made her wet between her thighs.
Instead of setting her on her feet, he strode out of the tent with her in his arms and walked to the firepit, where her maids and guards were eating together. As soon as they approached, the conversation ceased, and the men stood at attention.
“I am happy to report Lady Miran is feeling better. Bring her a trencher,” Kai said as he let her slip out of his arms. “After you eat, I have medicine that will help those welts heal faster,” he whispered.
Her maids jumped up and surrounded her, fussing over her like she’d returned from death’s door. Miran snuck a peek at Kai, offering him a sincere smile. He nodded, and she mouthed the words “thank ye”.
She valued his friendship—his honesty—his willingness to stand by her even though she’d lied to him and treated him so poorly in the past. It seemed their future held endless possibilities depending on what she was willing to give. And if she could, Miran swore she’d love him one day, openly and honestly—as well he deserved.
