“’Tis the only space left,” the innkeeper insisted. “The rain, you see. Everyone stopped here. The roads are bad for miles around.”
Lachlan glanced away and she swallowed hard.
“Can you tolerate some hay, lass?” he asked, his tone cool.
She nodded stiffly. They’d woken up in each other’s arms only half an hour before, in a strange and wonderful sort of intimacy that had shocked her. His hold had been protective and gentle, his eyes soft and inviting. Yet here he was, treating her coldly again. What was she supposed to do?
Lachlan slapped down several fat coins on the counter “Then we’ll take the loft, but I’m not paying full price.” The innkeeper collected them and slipped them into his apron pocket.
He led them to a muddy courtyard, where icy rain pelted their skin before they reache
