Chapter 65 - 1306
It had been a scant few days now since Nicholas had taken up lodging at the inn, but he already detested eating and sleeping alone. In the solitude of his room, his only company was a carafe of wine. He downed the last cup. The wine warmed his heart and made him feel mellow.
He missed Lois, her company, loving her; his baby growing inside her, a life sprung from his seed. When he caught himself half wishing that Christina would show up to fetch him, he knew that he had forgiven her.
He sprang to his feet, excited about going back home. Hastily, he threw his few belongings into the saddle bag, paid the inn keeper, and strode to the stables. He had barely swung in the saddle when he noticed Christina dashing to the inn, the muscles of his stomach contracting. Had he inad
