Jaime started at his approach, questioning him with a clear note of anxiety. “How did you get in?” Malcolm backed her against the wall and stopped her question with a kiss.
“Through the door,” he replied, drawing back only a breath. Without hesitating, his lips descended upon the soft curve of her cheek, the velvet skin of her neck.
Jaime placed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away.
“Malcolm, you just go out the way you came. Lady Frances is...” Her words were silenced once again by his mouth closing over hers. It took a long moment before she was able to free her lips and catch her breath. Jaime looked anxiously at the direction of the door and, seeing it was now barred, turned and unsuccessfully tried to push him toward the window. “I received a message that Frances
