The inn was abuzz with voices and noises, while outside in the courtyard arose the whicker of horses and the thud of boots scuffling across the flagstones. The scent of ham and sausages wafted upstairs, and her stomach growled in return. The whole world was now awake, which was very different from late last night when she’d gone to Nik’s bedchamber. She couldn’t help but smile. What a glorious, glorious night. Whatever happens, I will have that memory. It was a bittersweet thought, one she’d avoided thinking about all morning—that a memory was all it ever could be. And that is fine, she told herself, ignoring the lump in her throat. I knew that from the beginning. Perhaps that is why I felt bold enough to do as I’ve done. There can be no complications. Can there? She’d awoken this morning to find herself scooped against Nik’s broad chest, his steady breathing warm against her ear. She’d never felt more comfortable or safe, resting in his arms. But feeling safe and being safe were two very different things and she’d quickly arisen, put on her chemise, and slipped back into her own room.
