To deny it would hurt him, she knew, and it would also be a lie. Her stomach gave another uncomfortable flip and the young woman looked down. Somewhere, he had taken off his boots. His bare feet made him seem more at ease on the sun-baked deck of the ship.
‘Yes,’ Lyris admitted and she wasn’t ashamed of the desire to know more of the man she’d come to think of as a friend.
‘We both want more,’ she peered at him through the hair that strayed in front of her face, and tried to tuck it back once more, behind her ear and hold it in place. This, she realised, was why Rose and Roan kept their long hair braided.
Arn was studying her, with the same intent look that he’d given the night before, just before he’d kissed her.
It was then that the trader stepped up onto the deck with the infant i
