Texas Splendor by Bobbi Smith

Author:Bobbi Smith [Smith, Bobbi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Evan Marshall Agency
Published: 2018-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

When Rosalie had departed Trista's bedroom, leaving her alone at last, Trista quickly discarded her Comanche garb and lowered herself into the hot bathwater. Sighing, she leaned back against the side of the tub and closed her eyes. She tried to relax, but every nerve in her body was still tense and on edge despite the fact that she was once more safely with Michael on the Royal Diamond.

The soothing warmth of the bath helped to ease the weary soreness from Trista's aching muscles as she lay there, but it did little to relieve the complex jumble of emotions that were trapped within her heart. Instead of calming her, it had the opposite effect, reminding her of the bath she'd taken that night in the pool . . . and how it had ended.

Lance! Would he never leave her thoughts? Trista despaired as guilt surged through her. She felt deeply ashamed of all that had happened with Lance, and she was finding it difficult living with the knowledge that she'd submitted to the handsome half-breed.

She was grateful that Michael had only questioned her about her situation one time and then, tactfully, had never brought it up again. He was being so kind, so considerate, and so attentive, and she was feeling so guilty. . . .

How could she have betrayed Michael as she had? How could she have gone so willingly to Lance that last night? Regrettably, though she didn't understand it, she knew the answer. The dangerous warrior had only to touch her to set her senses reeling and strike all reason from her mind.

Trista bit back a sob as Lance took possession of her thoughts again, and she couldn't stop herself from wondering where he was and what he was doing. Had he returned to the village yet and discovered her absence, or was he still off on his raid, knowing nothing of her successful flight to freedom? Angrily, she fought to banish all thoughts of Lance as she stared down at Michael's ring on her finger. She was Michael's fiancée. She wanted her future to be with him. Certainly, once she was Michael's wife, she would forget all about Lance.

Agitation gripped her, and Trista picked up the scented soap Rosalie had provided and began to wash her hair. Wanting to cleanse herself of all that had happened, she scrubbed every inch of her body. Her skin was glowing when she finished, the peachy tint that living in the outdoors had given her adding a blossom of color to her otherwise pale complexion. Her bath completed and feeling a bit more like her normal self, she rose from the tub and toweled herself dry.

As she moved to the wardrobe to get her wrapper, Trista caught sight of her reflection in the mirror above her dressing table and gasped in dismay, shocked to discover that her back was covered with bruises. She had known that Night Lark's blows the other day had been painful, but she'd had no idea that they had left such vivid marks upon her.

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