Not what he thought would be needed to signify such a momentous decision. Not even an obvious one except that he was watching her for any sign. Her hand slipped on the blanket and the woolen cover shifted off her shoulder. When he expected her to adjust it, she did not. Instead, she held her hand out to him in much the same gesture that he’d made on the battlements those weeks ago. The nervous expression in her eyes told him that she was not yet convinced, but she trusted him enough to try. Sebastien reached out, took her hand and brought it to his lips. “I thank you for your trust, Lara. I will not betray it.” A fleeting look of pain passed over her face and then was gone. Had he imagined it? Then she nodded and stepped toward him, dropping the blanket on the floor. “You do not need to do this, Lara. It can wait.” Dear God! Had he uttered those words? He was as hard as the first time he’d seen one of the kitchen maids in his mother’s inn frolicking naked with a stable boy.
