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again. She loved his taste and could have kept at their current occupation in perfect bliss

for the next hour, but Talorc lifted his head and looked toward the door.

Someone must have knocked. Chills chased down her spine as Abigail

acknowledged yet another source of revelation for her secret. What if someone knocked

and she did not hear them? She would have to keep the door open when she was in the

chamber. There was no help for it. Unlike in her room in her father's keep, she could not

feel the vibrations of the floor when someone approached the door.

Or perhaps she had merely been preoccupied? She lost all sense of her

surroundings when her husband started touching her.

He brushed a lock of hair back from her face. "We must go down for the evening

meal, angel."

"I am not overly hungry, are you?" she asked, placing her hand on his neck and

caressing the sensitive spot she had discovered earlier.

He needed more time to calm down in regard to Una. Abigail still hoped to

convince Talorc of her plan to give the clan a month to get used to her.

"I might be convinced to forego the evening meal if I thought other, more pressing

appetites were going to be fed."

She made no comment about how they had just been fed, but leaned up to press

her lips to his throat. Many aspects of her new life were precarious, but not this.

The marriage bed was everything he had promised it would be and more. So much

more.

Here, she felt like a complete woman, like her deafness did not matter. She did not

need to hear to make him shudder above her like he was doing now while her lips moved

along the strong column of his throat.

In this one place, where touch ruled, the silence of her world meant nothing.

The next morning, Abigail was both chagrined and relieved to wake alone. Again.

She had not managed to extract a promise from Talorc to allow his clan time to

accustom themselves to their new lady, one who had been born and raised in England. A

country and its inhabitants even he expressed nothing but disdain toward. She worried

that even now, he was banishing Una. Abigail would feel terrible if that happened.