Sparrow kissed Lock’s chest. They lay entwined in her bed, gazing at the fire in the hearth across the room. “I only wish there was some way we could marry right here. It would be such a nice place to live. We’re right on the coast, so you could have a ship for fishing and trade, and I could keep the farm.” “There’s no point in talking about it. You know the law in Begonia says you can’t marry a slave. We have no choice but to go.” “The village is still getting on its feet, and I don’t want to leave until I know everything is all right. Shea-Ann—” “I think it’s a good idea that we wait. Give you a chance to change your mind.” She raised her head on her elbow and narrowed her eyes at him. “I will not change my mind!” “I always thought you were a little crazy.” He winked and slipped from the bed to stoke the fire. Sparrow’s eyes fixed on his naked form, firelight licking his flesh, creating shadows against his long, muscled frame. “I want to ride to the city tomorrow,”
