Tourney. Jamie sat bolt upright, his heart hammering out of his chest. With a sickening jolt he remembered how one thing had led to another. What had seemed like a fine idea last night could have him thrown in the guardhouse today. He jumped up and began to search through the pile of discarding stockings, petticoats and gowns for his clothes. He shouldn’t have drunk the wine they’d found, he shouldn’t have brought them here. Sweet Asha! He should have thought with the big head, and not the small, but it was too late now. He heard a giggle and looked round to see both women were awake and grinning at him. “Good morning, Jamie,” Bear yawned. Jamie hid his modesty behind his shirt and backed towards the ladder. She laughed, “Don’t you think it’s a bit late to come over all shy?”“I, er… I have to go. I—” He tripped over the ladder, but managed to grab hold of it as he fell and slow his descent. He landed on his arse with a bump. Cursing, he scooped up his clothes just as the barn door was thrown open.The Guthlanders didn’t wait to be invited; they strode in and began searching the stalls.
