Chapter 35
Loretta woke, warm and comfortable enough that she had trouble remembering where she was. This wasn't her own bed or Gemma's house. She had to reach out and touch the rough wooden wall before she was convinced the smuggler's cabin on Bill's shaw could possibly feel so secure.
Karl stirred against her, turning onto his side with an arm around her waist. That was nearly as much of a surprise. After whatever ritual or routine he needed, they'd finally spent the night together, and not just sleeping back to back like they had at Gemma's.
The contrast to her first experience not far from her grandmother's house, and to her last experience with Rhysto, could not have been sharper. Karl had been the best lover she'd had for a long while. Not so rushed or inexperienced as those men w
