Lois Greiman by The Princess & Her Pirate

Author:The Princess & Her Pirate [Princess, The & Pirate, Her]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-05-01T18:51:23+00:00

Chapter 17

T atiana sighed in her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and someone was stroking her hair, easing it along the length of her arm. It felt quite lovely, though even in the depths of her dreams, she realized that none was allowed to touch her. The duchess’s daughter was far above such mundane activity as physical contact.

“You’re different. I’ll give you that.”

She opened her eyes with a gasp and a start.

MacTavish was sitting on the slipper-shaped couch beside her. Candlelight gleamed in his honey wheat hair. His chest was bare, his stomach flat, his hip only inches from her thigh. She stiffened but refused to scoot away.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He smiled at her. She’d raised her head to stare at him, but her hair remained draped across the ivory-toned satin of the couch. He curled a stray lock around his wrist, watching the shine shift as he bent it to the light of the candelabra. “It’s my chamber, Megs, remember?”

She sat up. Pain niggled at her shoulder, but the physician had seen to the wound and assured her that all would be well. If only she were a believer.

“You didn’t don the bed gown I sent.”

She pursed her lips and refused to glance away, though if the truth were known she had found a slim, primitive dart amongst his treasures and had pinned it into her underskirt. At some point she would have another chance to escape, and she would need every possible advantage.

“The color would look right on you.”

She said nothing.

“Innocent. Untouched.” He shook his head as if baffled. “If I didn’t know better, I could almost believe that you don’t belong in prison,” he said, and took her hand, turning it over in his. Her hair loosened on his wrist, but remained twined softly against the golden skin of his arm, stroking the taut tendons. “Your hands are soft.” His fingers were gentle against her palm, his eyes thoughtful.

She licked her lips. “The life of a seamstress oft consists of long hours, but rarely entails heavy labor.”

“Entails,” he repeated, and raised his brows slightly. “You’ve an extensive vocabulary for a thief.”

“I am not—”

“Or a seamstress,” he interrupted, and stroked her palm again, skimming his thumb along the smooth line beneath her fingers. “I suppose Walden did all the manly labor?”

She blinked in dismay at her hand. It was not a particularly sensitive area, after all, and yet, sensations kept sprinting wildly up her arm every time he touched her. He caught her gaze, and she swallowed. “William,” she corrected numbly. “And yes, he did.”

He nodded, absorbed by her hand again as he rubbed a slow circle into the center of her palm. “So if I brought in a length of cloth, you could stitch me a doublet?”

Panic struck her like a rock, but she remained as she was, though every instinct told her to wrest her hand from his grasp and run like hell. Aye. Perhaps she should have considered this eventuality, but

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