His weary bones needed the thick blankets and soft mattress. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d slept in a proper bed. The fighting had meant much time sleeping on the ground or in castle halls on thin straw pallets—if he was lucky. Servants had finally made themselves known after he’d finished his meal and two lasses were pouring him a bath. If it wasn’t for his large appetite, he likely would have pushed the food aside. The way Ceana watched his every move with that unapologetic stare made his stomach bunch. And not with unease either. He liked it. What a fool. Blane eyed the two women, the younger one of whom had given him several encouraging smiles. She was fair enough and it had been a long time. But images of big blue eyes jostled his mind and any idea of taking the lass to bed seemed to vanish like the steam rising from the bath. Not wishing to give her false hope, he turned his attention to drawing off his muddy boots and placing them to one side.
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