The morning light was falling into the solar, cast into bands of light and shadow by the shutters, when Luc awakened again. He watched the marvel slumbering in his arms and felt himself smile. Indeed, the lady embraced every facet of life with the same unbridled passion.
And Luc liked that trait well indeed. His gaze traced the gracious sweep of Brianna’s jaw, the ripe curve of her lip, the golden splay of her lashes upon her ivory cheek.
A single unwelcome thought dismissed Luc’s sense of well-being. He leaned back and frowned at the canopy, irritated anew by the uncertainty of who had been Father Padraig’s accomplice. Whose voice had he heard in the stables?
Luc’s determination to protect Brianna redoubled in the wake of the night they had shared and he feared anew that this unknown a
