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By silent agreement conveyed with a look, Douglas would finish the night on watch while Duncan stayed with Anne.
“Come. I’ll keep you and Enos company,” he said and held out his hand to her.
She joined him on the makeshift bed of branches. This time, she curled onto her side, facing the fire. Duncan lay down behind her. When he saw her shaking, he, too, turned on his side and tossed his cloak over both of them, draping his arm around her waist, the front of his body warming her.
After a few minutes and the shaking subsided, Duncan asked, “Were you cold?”
“Nay,” Anne answered.
She was confused. She didn’t know what to do about her feelings for Duncan, nor about the dream. Perhaps she should just not say anything.
“Will you tell me what you dreamt?” he asked in a low voice.
He cou
