CHAPTER EIGHT
Ben stood with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I hope monetarily, but a feast at the end of this endeavor will do.”
Dreda rolled her eyes and dropped her arms to her sides. “So ever like your father.”
“Not quite,” Ben countered as he offered me a hand and helped me to my feet so we faced one another. His gentle gaze looked me over. “I do hope to have quite a few more children than him.”
A blush accented my cheeks but I rose to the challenge. “I guess that could be arranged.”
A lustful glint slipped into his eyes. “Then we had better be off to bed.”
I snorted and patted his shoulder. “Not tonight. I’m so dusty that we’d just create a tornado.”
“The baths have warm water and you may use as much as you like,” Dreda assured me.
I lifted an eyebrow. “How is it h
