“You know what Nick is like in the morning?”
“Well, of course. Sometimes it would take a week or more to get where we were going.” If she had a suspicious nature, she might think Alistair was jealous.
“How’s your head?”
She blinked. “My head?” The place where she’d been shot was considerably farther south.
“You drank brandy on an empty stomach last night.”
She had trouble concentrating on his words while he soothed one hand up and down her back, reminding her that only a thin layer of silk separated her skin from his hand. His honey brown hair was tousled as though she’d run her fingers through it, and stubble darkened his jaw. The top three buttons of his shirt had come undone, letting her glimpse the hollow of his throat and the top of his chest. Did his skin feel as smooth as it lo
