Malcolm sensed her presence as soon as he closed his chamber door.
As he stepped into the room, he felt the anger rise in his chest. The cast-off cloak, thrown carelessly to the floor, told him that his instincts were correct. Catherine was here.
Glancing in the direction of his curtained bed, he saw a candle flickering dimly on a side table, but the woman wasn’t there. Turning his head, though, he quickly found Catherine, sitting quietly in a chair by the window. Her golden brown tresses cascaded over her shoulders...and whatever it was she had wrapped herself in.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to return,” she cooed. As she spoke, Catherine stood up slowly, allowing the blanket that she was holding to drop in a pool at her feet. The skin of her n***d body glowed in t
