The laces on her bodice were too tight. Or maybe... She kept walking, forcing one leg in front of the other. Maybe it was the people's stares that made her chest ache and her legs wooden. Maybe it was the little boy who was pointing at her or the miller whose eyes looked as if they might pop from his head like a pair of cooked turnips. Or maybe it was Liam. He stood immobile, a trio of potatoes in his hands, his eyes sparking black flame and his body stiff. She couldn't judge his expression, couldn't tell if he were angry or outraged or shocked. But he was looking. That much she knew. But who would not? She was all but naked. Her hands shook. She forced her feet to keep moving, forced her mind to reverse its line of thought. She was not almost naked. All she'd done was remove her tunic... and her shoes...and her coif…and tighten the laces of her bodice. Sweet Mary! Her breasts were bare nearly to the nipples and tucked up under her chin like over-zealous bread dough. Dragonheart purred between them.
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