I smiled in spite of myself. What a whimsical thing for him to say.
Geo came to where I stood and took the flannel from me. “This wasn’t necessary, you know. I’m not about to be put off by the aroma of the stables.” His eyes were hot as they met mine. “Most especially when it combines with the scent of a man. However, since you’ve already begun…” He dipped it in the basin a number of times before wringing it out.
“Geo?”
“Soap left to dry on the skin itches like the very devil.” There was a hint of seduction in the manner in which he stroked the flannel over my skin. He was about to toss it aside, but then he paused and inhaled deeply. “Intriguing scent.”
“The Lady Asmara brought the receipt for the soap with her from her home in the Indies. It fell to each successive Lady Laytham to ha
