Chapter Three
Cecily opened the door. “Gareth,” she said, and suddenly his smile felt much more natural. How could he not smile when she stood there in front of him, candlelight gilding her golden hair, a shy smile of her own on her sweet, soft lips? Gareth lost himself in her eyes for a moment, so incredibly blue, like gentians and summer skies, and then remembered his wits. “Would you prefer to do this in your room or mine?”
And then he mentally kicked himself. Do this? That was the sort of thing a farmer would say when putting a ram in with the sheep. Shall we do it in this paddock or that one? Blunt and matter-of-fact and not at all romantic. Nothing like a man about to make love to his wife for the very first time.
He felt himself flush with shame, but Cecily didn’t seem offended b
