Oath by K.J. Jackson

Author:K.J. Jackson [Jackson, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC027070FICTION / Romance / Historical / Regency, FIC014000FICTION / Historical, FIC027050FICTION / Romance / Historical / General
Publisher: AWD Publishing

{ Chapter 13 }

Tieran twitched the reins in his hand, and Liv watched as his well-muscled black stallion shifted to the side, dancing in a small circle that set him even with her horse on the road.

The storm had passed, and as they had moved south the snow drifting on the roads had lessened to where their horses could keep an even gait.

She glanced over at Tieran. Having stared at nothing for most of the day but the back of his head and the wide expanse of his dark overcoat stretched across his shoulders, she wasn’t sure what exactly Tieran currently thought of her presence.

She had woken in the morning to find him stretched out on the floor next to her bed, his left forearm splayed up behind his head as a pillow. That she was naked under the blanket gave her pause, especially when the last thing she remembered was giving up the fight with the knotted ribbon on her stays, and sinking into the hot water of the tub with her shift and stays still in place.

Liv had thought Tieran asleep on the floor, but the second she turned onto her side, his eyes had popped open to her, the smile carving into his face telling her he knew exactly what she was wondering—how had she been stripped naked and by whom? That same smile had told her the answer as well—Tieran had welcomed himself to assisting her into nudity.

Beyond the wicked smirk, Tieran had been nothing but a gentleman that morning, leaving the room with instructions for her to get ready to depart, as they had much road to cover that day.

No invitation, no request for her to join him. A demand, pure and simple, that they would be travelling together.

At least it lacked ambiguity about how he was going to proceed. He had decided Liv was his responsibility, whether she wanted a say in the matter or not.

Her bones and muscles still aching from the previous night’s slow, bitterly cold ride to the coaching inn, Liv wasn’t going to call foul on his domineering. She wanted to not only get far, far away from Mortell Abbey, but back to London quickly, and Tieran was her best option for that. Along with being her safest option—especially with Lord Shepton somewhere on the roads.

Liv’s eyes trailed from Tieran’s face down to his gloved hands, one on the reins, one balled, riding on his thigh. From nowhere, the vision of his naked chest pressing against her in the Roman bath chamber snuck into her mind, swallowing her thoughts. Under those gloves were the hands that had stroked her skin, shattered her into a thousand pieces, and then sheltered her as she fell back into her body.

Stop. Thoughts such as those did her sanity no favors.

Her face turning hot, she averted her eyes, staring at the glossy brown mane of her mare. What did Tieran think of her presence? She imagined she was a burr in his side that he was anxious to rid himself of.

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