Chapter 16Fran stood quickly when Ben appeared in the doorway of their honeymoon wickiup, a temporary hut woven of fragrant juniper boughs. For a moment, she wished she had not put the traditional dress back on when they reached the campsite.
While Ben took the horses up the canyon to graze, she’d busied herself setting things up in the camp. At the time, putting the blanket dress on again had seemed like a good idea. Now, she had second thoughts.
Ben had to know she wore nothing beneath it, and the simple construction left her feeling exposed and unprotected. But for the sash binding the sides shut at her waist, the garment would hang loose and open down both sides. The prickly wool, brushing her sensitive flesh, further heightened her awareness of her body. If she were staked on an ant
