After her snide remark about having him where she wanted him, he’d been tempted to show her exactly where he wanted her. But showing her he desired her had been what provoked her to make that comment in the first place. Had he lost his mind? First, he’d wagered for her very honor, then he’d besmirched it in some grimy inn hall. What if someone had come along? What if, God forbid, her sister-in-law had come out? He’d been thinking with his cock, like some randy buck fresh on the town. The woman had a knack for fracturing his control. Yes, she was pretty. Then again, so were plenty of women. But none of them would have braved a tavern full of men to save their family’s brewery. None of them would have beaten him at cards or called his scandalous bluff. When she’d made assumptions about the wager, it had infuriated him. After everything that had happened, he’d hoped to at least knock some sense into her. But instead of recognizing how close she’d come to ruination, she’d accused him of letting her win.
