She’d been so tender with him the previous night when he’d battled his demons, he couldn’t wait to throw off the restrictions of a clandestine affair—and all the lies he’d told. He’d been feeling more and more like a thief, and it wasn’t a sensation he’d enjoyed. But now he’d accepted that every minute with Haley had an appeal he didn’t have to relinquish. Haley gave him a questioning look. “Has there been a change in plans?” “I suddenly thought that I would like to walk in the moonlight for a few minutes before going inside.” He traced the outline of her thighs and knees through the layers of her skirts. “There’s hardly anyone about at this hour, but we can pretend it’s a noontime stroll and that we’ve nothing to hide.” “I’m looking forward to walking out with you, Galen.” He smiled, enjoying the lighthearted impulse and glad he hadn’t worried too much about how foolish it might make him look to request so simple a thing. “Then let’s walk for practice and see how it will feel.”
