Emily and Angus now sat before the fire, wrapped in nothing but linen towels, shivering while two young maids filled a large tub with hot water. After they’d left, Angus rose, extending his hand towards Emily. The catharsis of finding her alive and having her close by him was more than he could put into words. ‘You first,’ he said softly, taking her by the shoulders and leading her towards the welcoming tub of steaming suds. ‘If you die from a chill it would be a poor way to repay my exertions.’ His words broke through the silence that had settled upon them now that the danger was over. The smile she forced was distant and he could see she was in shock, so when her legs buckled he whisked her into his arms. Her hair was damp against his bare shoulder and her warm breath against his cold skin made the hair on his chest and the back of his neck prickle into awareness. The linen strip had fallen away and he cupped her breast, his eyes meeting hers as she responded with sudden awareness.
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