His wife’s glower didn’t surprise him, but her grumpiness struck him as rather adorable when paired with her mussed hair and drowsy eyes. “You left my bed again.” The accusation in her tone didn’t catch him off guard either. In spite of her sweet nature, he had expected her to kick up a fuss. She yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her fist while clutching her dressing gown closed. “Why did you sneak off?” “I couldn’t sleep.” He turned his back to retrieve his watch from a side table so she wouldn’t see the evidence of the blush rushing into his face. Last night, he couldn’t stop Margrave’s words from echoing in his head: There are dangers lurking about. Catastrophic possibilities had plagued him the moment he’d snuffed the candles and her fragile body snuggled against his. Dangers were everywhere: the stairway, a kitchen fire, a fall from her horse, ne’er-do-wells on the streets.
