"As long as none of it is yours," he growled. He pulled over the other chair and sat facing her, knees to knees. He chafed both of her small hands between his larger ones. "I washed at the well behind the hut, but I didn't stop to think... Shall I bring in a bucketful and heat it for you? I'd only planned to keep you here until morning, and I didn't think to bring you any clothes. I was just going to bustle you into the carriage in the morning and whisk you off to Weir Castle."
"Planning to smuggle me out, my lord?"
His olive skin flushed a slightly darker shade. "I had thought to. Obviously I wasn't prepared for every eventuality."
"No. Clearly not. One could almost believe you've never done this before."
"I haven't." He still held her hands in his, though the chafing had softened to
