He smiled faintly. “I can be good on occasion.” “I am verra certain that ye can.” Tormand stared at her in some surprise. He knew he had a habit of reading things into her words and smiles that might not be there, hope making him foolish and wishful, but those words had a sultry tone to them that stirred his blood. He leaned back in his seat and idly slipped his arm around her shoulders, feeling a little too much like a green boy trying to steal a kiss. Morainn was not looking at him, but there Page 83 ABC Amber Text Merger Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abcmerge.html was the hint of a blush on her face that made him think he had not heard her wrong. She had not been speaking of his charitable deeds. Deciding it would be wise not to admit openly he had heard the tease in her voice, he sought for something they could talk of. “I but begin to feel like some maiden in a tale who is locked in her tower.” Morainn laughed. “Nay, Tormand, that is something ye will ne’er be.
