She’d hated to give up her time in the bath, but others were waiting and there was no chance of keeping the place to herself. With each stroke of the brush, Karen couldn’t help but remember Adrik’s touch. She shivered, even though the room was quite toasty and warm. What had he done to her? How could she be so easily moved by this man? She thought of her father and Adrik’s loyalty to Wilmont Pierce’s memory. She had at first believed Adrik’s interest in her was nothing more than an expression of that loyalty. But now . . . now that he’d kissed her, she realized it was something entirely different. Licking her rather chapped lips, she felt her cheeks flush at the memory of his touch. He sparked a fire inside her. He left her weak-kneed and full of romantic thoughts. No one else had ever done that. Was this truly what it was to fall in love? Could she give her heart to this man? Love him? Marry him? Could she develop any relationship before she’d first dealt with the past?
