Chapter 14-2
“Get yourself going, milord D’Arques,” she said, biting back a smile as she gestured toward the door. “Lathwi and I have work to do.” Too dazed to do anything else, he did as he was told and then drifted in the general direction of the garrison. Every time he remembered that lopsided little kiss, he broke into a silly grin and a small cold sweat, for he had not touched his lips to any woman since the day he had resolved to change his philandering ways. Abstaining was much more difficult that he’d imagined it would be. There was temptation everywhere: on the streets and at the bazaar, on the job and even in the tavern where he sometimes took his meals. Some were obvious w****s with eyes only for his wallet’s bulge, but most were just women in need of a man’s touch. His touch, it seemed. A
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