Tace actually laughed. “I only married him yesterday.”
Not giving her friend a chance to recover Obedience pressed her hand between the blond woman’s legs, feeling the heat of her quim through her skirts, and asked, “Is bedding a man you are married to better than bedding a married man?”
The two laughed and Tace felt a sense of loss when her friend pulled her hand away. “I was sent here by our lord,” she said to Obedience.
“He spoke to you?” Tace heard a twinge of jealousy in her friend’s voice.
“I summoned him,” Tace admitted.
“You did?”
“I felt I had to. I’m with child.”
They were still standing closely together. Obedience put her hand to Tace’s abdomen and probed gently, feeling for the signs of pregnancy. “Are you sure? I feel nothing.”
“I’m positive. I had to tell our master.”
