"I know."
Now he sounded forlorn.
She smiled. "I'm really very skilled, but the boar frightened Wildfire and..."
She quit trying to explain when she saw his frown. "Never mind," she said. "Alaric? When a husband and wife have had a disagreement, they usually kiss after they've made up."
"The wife is wearing her husband's plaid, though," He pointed out. "Still, I wouldn't break my word if she wasn't wearing anything at all."
She didn't understand his meaning until he'd pulled her torn bliaut over her head and tossed it on the ground.
"You cannot mean to—to—" she stammered. She took a step back.
"Oh, I mean to, all right." He took a step forward.
She let out a scream of laughter when he lunged for her, then turned and ran into the cover of the trees. "You're daft, Alaric," she called
