The thought of warm, dry garments and hearty food should have comforted Juliana. However, since Robert’s tongue-lashing the previous night, she’d been unable to find that serene positive outlook that helped her endure pains great and small. “I had the same thought.” He nodded. As nice as peace and agreement between them was, Juliana felt as soaked with emotional and physical weariness as her clothing was with rain. She leaned forward, laying her cheek against Robert’s back. Through his sodden shirt, his muscles tensed. “Do not do that,” he growled. Hurt at his harsh tone snapped her upright. So much for peace and agreement. “Why ever not?” “Because your hand is promised in marriage to another man. Such casualness is unseemly.” There was the answer to the question nagging her. That sweet melding of their lips had offended his honor.
