She’d left an oil lamp burning, but had pulled the bed hangings closed, and was resting on her side, her back to Joseph’s share of the bed. She’d spent the hours since they’d arrived home going over their conversation that morning, trying to determine what it was that had changed Joseph’s mood. No matter how many times she ran it through her mind, she came up with no answers. He had been fine at breakfast, then cool and remote once he’d joined her for their trip. Busy with her thoughts, she jerked when the bed coverings slid open and the mattress dipped, announcing Joseph’s presence. She held her breath as he settled in. The warmth of his skin soothed her as his leg rested next to hers. Just about every night of their marriage, he’d reached for her. The only time she could remember him not initiating intimacy were the times she’d been injured. Would he do so tonight? Her question was answered almost before the thought had completely formed in her mind.
