Marian squealed and leapt to her feet as Robin strolled around the corner, still hidden in his mock friar’s robes. “What on earth? Are you spying on me?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “No, but I was coming to find you,” Robin replied. “I just did not expect to find you kissing someone else.” “I was not kissing him. He was kissing me.” Robin raised one eyebrow. “So I noticed.” He stepped forward, taking Marian’s hands and tugging her closer. “Either way, I did not like it.” “Robin, what if someone sees us?” Marian tried to pull back, to no avail. “All they will see will be a friar, comforting a young woman who feels lost because of her first foray at court.” He grinned. She smiled back. “You seem to have thought of everything.” “You are not serious about allowing Lord Aelfred to court you, are you?” Marian blushed. “No, he is far too old. Besides, I told him I already have a suitor.” Robin’s arms slid around Marian’s waist.
