Since she could not sleep, Ibernia spent the night mustering her resistance. Aye, if she did not steel herself against Rowan, she would yield to his touch and lose the possibility of early freedom. ’Twould be too painful to be home and be unable to remain—and who knew where this unpredictable man might find himself in a year and a day? Ibernia did not even want to imagine.
Nay, she had to win.
win.So she could not afford to think about Rowan. Not the gentleness of his touch, not the languor of his kiss, not the way his eyes gleamed when she brushed her lips across his.
Certainly not the pleasure of his lips exploring hers.
Nay, anything but that!
Ibernia rolled over in the narrow cot. She could not think about how tall or how broad Rowan was, how alluring his smile, how cursedly cocky
