Luc swore with enthusiasm. He struggled to get into his chausses and boots, but every article of clothing seemed to fight his intent. His mind was yet fogged with sleep; his chemise was completely unhelpful.
And his wife was gone.
Luc fought to get the satchel around his neck and sling his tabard over all. Knowing that to leave anything in the chamber was to invite theft, he cast his cloak over his shoulders, grabbed up the remaining saddlebags, scanned the chamber, and set after his infuriated lady.
Not that he could blame Brianna for her response. Her guess was all wrong but Luc had not aided matters in the least.
Luc cursed himself up, down, and sideways as he slammed the door in his turn and stormed down the stairs. The lady had granted him a chance to pledge his love and he, he ha
