TWENTY-ONE
In the cellar, she sat down on a cask and laughed silently until tears streamed down her cheeks. So much for the brave and bold knights from her mother's stories – or even the show he'd put on for her that first morning. Perhaps she should not have kept him unconscious for two days, for she dearly needed a laugh.
Then again, if she'd let him wake earlier, he'd have been in a lot more pain. She'd used a fair bit of magic to heal him while he'd slept – magic the man did not believe in.
And strangest of all...he was the first man she'd ever met who wasn't eager to have a girl handle his man parts.
So much for spending Midwinter with the man. He'd probably shrink right up like a snail at the very thought.
Impulsively, she called out, "Are you finished, Sir Knight, or will yo
