The night progressed quickly, and Adeline found herself genuinely surprised by the fact that Lucan did seem to enjoy embroidery. He was working on his slab like a professional, his fingers darting in and out, his smile small.
"I will be honest," she said, breaking the comfortable silence that reigned between them immediately after the rather slow dinner. "I thought you were joking about liking embroidery."
He looked up, then broke into a laugh. "I like to sew too."
Her eyes widened, and her look of surprise only made him laugh.
"Why? Do I not look like it either?"
"Of course not," she said, struggling a little with her needle. "You look like... well. A warrior. Every inch a man."
He chuckled rather mischievously. "You have not seen every inch."
Her eyes widened in shock, and he bro
