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Tossing it over his head, Graeme then lifted his wife up and mounted behind her, remembering too late nothing protected him from her back pressing against his chest.
They were on their way once again.
It was only much later that he realized they’d forgotten to eat. They would just have to wait until they reached The Wild Boar. There, he’d share a feast with his new wife in more ways than one.
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He didn’t stop her this time. When she ran her hand along the firm ridges of his chest down to his stomach, her husband simply watched her. They stood in an open field, and though she was no longer wet, droplets of water remained on her husband, dripping down his masculine chest, and suddenly . . . she wanted to kiss him there.
“Gillian.”
So hard.
“Gillian.”
He touched her, but it wasn’t the soft touch of a lover. Instead, he shook her as if . . .
“Wake up, Gillian.”
Her eyes popped open.
Graeme sat behind her on his horse. Not in an open field.
A dream. It had been a dream.
“I’m awake,” she murmured, looking around them. “Where are we?”
She had fallen asleep after sunset, but it was much later now. The low murmur of crickets and men’s distant voices punctuated the otherwise silent night.
“The Wild Boar,” he said, dismounting.
A groom took the reins as Graeme lifted her to the ground.
“Where are your men?” She spied a two-story stone structure and a stable beside it, but other than the groom, no one stirred. The larger building boasted a wooden sign, which appeared to be new. Two crossed arrows above the likeness of a boar.
“Inside.”
She began walking toward the entrance, but her husband’s hand stopped her.
“The hall can be a bit . . .”
“Aye?”
“Overwhelming.”
Though she’d very much like to know what precisely that looked like, she didn’t dare ask. “What do you suggest?”
Graeme raised his brows. “That depends on how adventurous you’re feeling.”
A proper lady does not show emotion.
“Do I appear the adventurous sort to you?” she asked sarcastically.
Graeme’s eyes narrowed as they tended to do when he was rattled. Though her husband was still very much a stranger, she’d learned at least that.
“Very well.” He gestured for her to lead, and she did. When he opened the door from behind her, Graeme’s arm brushed against her side. Pity he was no longer shirtless.
Gillian! What is wrong with you?
