The sun was high in the sky. He hadn’t intended to sleep in. Today would be his last day with Violet and he didn’t want to waste a minute. He had no idea why Jessie hadn’t already scratched on his door with his breakfast. He leaned up on his elbow and gazed down at her. She snuffled a snore. His heart hitched. Poor thing. He’d exhausted her. He hadn’t intended to make love to her all night. But every time they finished and he held her cradled in his embrace, he would remember Moncrieff was coming for her soon, and panic would claw at Ewan’s gut. And before he knew it, they were at it once more. He couldn’t resist. He was ready for her. Her belly growled and he frowned. If he was going to be a gentleman, he shouldn’t fuck her again—at least not until he’d gotten her some sustenance. He decided to run down to the kitchen and order a tray. Then he would return here and—and have her. Hold her. Kiss her again. To his chagrin, Kaitlin MacAllister was on her way up the spiral staircase as he made his way down buttoning his shirt.
