In the light from the fire the transparency of it revealed every soft curve of her body.
She put several logs on the fire and then turned towards the bed.
As she reached it, she found that the Duke was lying not on the outside as she had suggested but inside the bed and in the very centre of it.
She looked at him in perplexity, realising that the bed was so wide that from the side it would be difficult for her to reach his forehead.
“I think you will have to move nearer to the side,” she suggested.
“I would be more comfortable if you held me as you did when I was wounded on Ben Ark and as you were doing when I regained consciousness,” the Duke replied.
The colour burned in Tara’s face.
“I-I did not – know that you were – aware of what was – happening,” she stammered a little incoher
