Very wrong. Places lit by faintly smoldering tallow lanterns meant lying shivering under a blanket Kara could spit through. They didn’t mean lying flat on her back. Naked, yes. But under a wonderfully, luxuriant covering of heavy, thick animal fur, and something—something hard-angled but warm. So...
She knocked, of course, and Flint’s low voice told her to enter. His eyes widened when she walked in. He must have expected Susan, not her. But he didn’t alter his relaxed stance, although his lazy grin hardened. “Welcome to my humble abode. To what do I owe this very grea...