It had taken all of his willpower to keep from pushing Danise down onto the soft grass to make passionate love to her. There had been a moment when he sensed that she would allow it, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But he owed a great debt to Savarec and he was determined not to do anything to harm either his benefactor or that benefactor’s daughter. If Danise was to be his, he would win her openly and fairly. As for Danise herself, he could not understand the way she could change in an instant from warm and willing to cool and distant. She should have understood without being told that a man in his position would have to be careful when dealing with his commander’s daughter. As Michel waded out of the river he noticed Count CIodion waiting for him. Clodion sauntered forward, looking with open interest at Michel’s naked form. “You are remarkably well-endowed, aren’t you?” Clodion drawled, letting his eyes rest boldly on Michel’s private parts. “Now I begin to understand.”
