Never again would he sleep on the floor. He glanced over at his wife nestled on the pallet and hoped he had brought the smile to her lips.He dressed and ran down to the garden. After he picked the perfect wild rose, he hurried back to the chamber. His chest, as well as his nether regions, tightened after he peeked in. He wished his hand held the soapy cloth she slid over her body. After she rinsed, he stepped into the chamber.Her eyes widened as she snatched her chemise and held it before her. “I shall be ready in a moment.”“I shall wait.” He placed the flower on the pallet, then crossed his arms to keep from reaching for her.“A moment of privacy if ye please?”“I do not.” Sooner or later, she would have to move the rail and allow him to feast on the fare. “Ye be even more beautiful when ye blush.”“Hunter, I canna dress with ye here.”“I be glad to hear that. I intend to keep ye unclothed for some time after we reach home.” From the deepening crimson, he expected her to burst into flame.
